Oh, damn.
Chen Xin's little competitive streak flared up instantly.
As a master swordsman, how could he lose?
"I, Chen Xin, accept."
Chen Xin took a fishing rod out of his Storage Soul Tool.
"Senior Brother, let's begin. I believe you can win."
Bibi Dong had absolute faith in her senior brother, because he was the best in the world.
If her senior brother won, she could surely take him a notch above his current level.
She would show him what pleasure was, what bliss was, what it meant to feel so good he hovered between ecstasy and death.
"You, honestly. Make decisions for me again, and I might punish you by making you wash my clothes."
Su Mu pinched Bibi Dong's cheek and gave her a stern warning.
She really never gave him a moment's peace.
"Really?"
"Senior Brother, I'd actually be willing."
Bibi Dong agreed shyly.
She would be able to enter her senior brother's room and even breathe in his scent.
She had never had an opportunity like that before.
Now that the chance was right in front of her, it would be impossible to say she wasn't tempted.
Huh?
Su Mu thought he had misheard.
He was punishing Bibi Dong, not rewarding her.
He would deal with that later.
He went to the shore and cast his hook into the lake again.
Su Mu and Chen Xin exchanged a glance, silently competing.
A rare smile appeared on Chen Jianjun's face.
Things were getting interesting.
If they won, he could even ask Su Mu for a good seat to watch the tournament.
Of course, what he really wanted was an Immortal Herb.
When he had encountered Qian Xunji in the Star Dou Great Forest, Qian Xunji's words had struck him right where it hurt.
He had cultivated