"Fairy, do you even hear yourself?"
Xiang Yuan snapped out of his shock and stared at Shang Qingmeng in disbelief, immensely curious how those sweet lips of hers could always say such startling things—things others would never dare even think.
The key was not whether others dared to think it, but that Shang Qingmeng truly dared to say it!
Xiang Yuan was utterly dumbfounded, his stunned expression as though he had seen Palace Mistress Bai and Door-Crack Sword Venerable sharing a sisterly bond, Broken Sampan giving up on being a salted fish and preparing to dominate the world, or everyone in True Heart Dao cleansing their hearts and turning over a new leaf...
The sheer number of shocks was beyond words. Even his worldview had been refreshed.
"Of course I know what I'm saying. The key is whether you know!"
Shang Qingmeng narrowed her eyes. "Don't think I don't know. You clearly knew Master coveted the blood medicine and wanted to keep you in Sword Heart Studio for herself. Master said so herself—we both heard it loud and clear."
Ziping: (ω)
A Ping had not heard this. Please elaborate on this part in detail.
Damn it, when had Sword Heart Studio become like this? Hurry up and say it so A Ping could criticize it!
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Ziping stood facing the wall like a verdant pine, doing her utmost to diminish her presence. Yet the more she listened, the more alert she became—and the worse she felt. It was as if ants were crawling all over her body. She dearly wished she could drag Xiang Yuan aside and make him confess everything properly.
As long as you make it clear, A Ping will fully cooperate with your act from now on. No matter what pit it is,