A thread of pain shot through him, mixed with an indescribable, unfamiliar sensation.
In an instant, Qian Renxue flew into a rage out of humiliation. Raising the Sacred Sword in his hand, he was about to slash at Xiang Muzhe and avenge the insult to his shapely buttocks!
"Hm?"
Xiang Muzhe's eyes narrowed slightly. He still dared to resist!
He had originally been thinking about Tang San and the road ahead, only to be interrupted by Qian Renxue, who had raised his sword to strike him. A surge of resentment rose within him as well.
A faint glimmer flashed through Xiang Muzhe's eyes. A dense black shadow appeared from nowhere, enveloping the Sacred Sword and instantly dispersing it.
Qian Renxue's heart jolted. He stared blankly at his raised hand. The sword was gone!
Damn it, he had acted too impulsively. He seemed unable to beat Xiang Muzhe!
But just as regret filled him, another sense of danger came from behind.
Smack!
But!
But suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. If he went after Xiang Muzhe now, wouldn't that count as meeting him again?
"You've approached me time and again without any purpose—first Xue Qinghe, then Dong Xue'er. Are you planning to bring out another Qian Renxue next?"
Xiang Muzhe spread his hands, his face full of mockery.
"Really?"
"Xiang Muzhe, I've already apologized. Can't you forgive me? And while you're at it, tell me about my mother... ah!"
Just endure it. Maybe Xiang Muzhe liked this sort of thing?
Sure enough, Xiang Muzhe responded better to softness than force!
But now, he was the one who had fallen for it.
Xiang Muzhe glanced at Qian Renxue. His face was flushed, but he seemed... not particularly angry?
Xiang Muzhe knew every one of his identities. There was no use hiding