"Young Master Jiang, please prepare yourself."
Leng Bingqing kindly reminded him.
"Actually, I really do like women."
Even now, Jiang Lin had not forgotten his true mission.
To be honest, at first he had been worried that he might actually win over Leng Bingqing. But now, Jiang Lin knew full well that it was impossible.
Since that was the case, he could give his all to completing his mission.
Leng Bingqing said nothing about Jiang Lin's "confession." She merely swept her sword out once.
It really was just one sword strike. The sword qi was icy, as if thousands upon thousands of swords were slashing toward him. Jiang Lin dared guarantee that if his cultivation realm were any lower, he might truly have died beneath that blow.
This girl really wasn't cute at all...
Jiang Lin did not resist, nor did he consider dispersing that sword qi.
As for the reason, it was simple enough. Jiang Lin did not particularly want to expose his identity. After all, what did the things Jiang Yida had done have to do with Jiang Lin?
Secondly, a thought suddenly occurred to Jiang Lin.
The system wanted him to do his utmost to win over this girl during the journey to Ten Thousand Mile City. So if this girl injured him now, leaving him unable to move and forced to lie in bed, with his heart willing but his strength lacking, surely that couldn't be blamed on him...
The more he thought about it, the more Jiang Lin felt he could exploit this BUG. It was only one sword strike, after all, and it seemed well worth it...
But just as Jiang Lin was delightedly applauding his own plan, when that icy sword qi was only 0.01 centimeters from his heart...
The sword qi... dispersed...