"...What do you mean, your life is hard? Don't tell me you used to court death on your own?"
Su Qiao was truly defeated by the sheer power of his imagination.
"My mother gave birth to me prematurely. When I was born, a physician said I wouldn't live long. Yet I stubbornly survived all the way to now. Even after taking a knife straight through the chest, I still survived in the end—and I've been living better and better."
By the end, Ye Shaoxuan was inexplicably a little smug.
As if having such a hard life was something worth being proud of.
Su Qiao frowned slightly. "Who wanted to kill you?"
Ye Shaoxuan shook his head. "I don't know. There were too many of them. I can't remember, and I don't want to bother with it."
"You really are impossible. You don't even figure out who your enemies are."
Su Qiao sighed.
No wonder people outside said he had a strange temperament.
A person who didn't even care about the enemies who wanted to kill him—wasn't that strange?
"Anyway, I'll just kill them when they show up. Who has time to think about all that?" Ye Shaoxuan felt that instead of wasting time on such things, he might as well do something else.
That was quite a boast.
"So your martial arts are pretty good?"
Ye Shaoxuan thought for a moment. "They should be fairly good!"
"I actually never really trained much, but an old man once said that my body was naturally suited for martial arts. So, without even realizing it, my martial arts became quite strong."
Su Qiao ground her teeth.
She remembered how, during all those years in the cave, she hadn't dared to waste even a second while training.
"You really are heaven's favorite."
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