Ye Guyi walked in front vigorously, her long blond hair swaying back and forth on her shoulders with her rapid steps.
After taking a few steps, she turned back and glared at Lu Ren. Her eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot who was about to be punished. There was a hint of hatred in the disdain, and there was a trace of worry hidden in the anger that she was not even aware of.
At this time, her mood was extremely complicated.
This idiot looks like he is just about the same age as himself.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, no matter how high your cultivation level, how high can you go?
Can it be higher than Sister Shangguan?
Sister Shangguan is Eight-Ring Soul Douluo. Among the underground forces of Mingdu, he is also a strong one, not to mention having Sun Moon Imperial Family as his background.
A mere brat who doesn't know the heights of the world actually brazenly said that he wanted to bring down the entire Ordinary Alliance.
Since she was so eager to die, she wouldn't stop him.
But...
This guy really didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards her. From beginning to end, nothing he did was harmful to her.
If it was true as he said, if he wanted to kill himself, he would have died ten thousand times.
Just relying on his strange ability to make people fall asleep and move at will, he could do anything while she was unconscious.
But he did nothing.
"Forget it, let him get beaten at most. If Sister Shangguan really wants to kill him, just beg for mercy yourself."
Thinking of this, Ye Guyi let out a faint hum of unknown meaning from his nasal cavity, quickened his pace again, and put some distance between himself and Lu Ren behind him.
Lu Ren walked behind, his eyes swept over Ye Guyi's swaying blond hair, then turned his head and showed a narrow smile to Ji Juechen beside him.
"Lao Ji, you said that if Shangguan Wei'er takes action later, should I let her dance first or let her embarrass her in public?"
"I heard that she is a very famous beauty. It would be a pleasure to dance for us two. Or, if things get serious and there is a conflict, how about I ruin her reputation in public?"
Ji Juechen held two unconscious Evil Soul Master in each hand, shaking his head expressionlessly.
The bodies of the two middle-aged men swayed slightly with his steps, their heads and feet bouncing, and the scene was quite absurd.
"I don't know, don't ask me."
His answer was as short as a knife, because all his attention was now focused on the possible conflict that was about to come.
If Ordinary Alliance really attacks them, how many rounds can he last?
That Shangguan Wei'er is Eight-Ring Soul Douluo. There are so many experts in the alliance. This fight will definitely be a narrow escape.
But somehow, when he thought of the words "narrow escape from death", his blood felt faintly warm.
Perhaps, he was born to fight.
Only by breaking down and standing up again, surviving from desperate situations, is the most luxurious meal that suits his appetite.
As for Lu Ren's weird question just now about asking the leader to dance or bark like a dog, he has no interest at all.
I'm even a little afraid that Lu Ren will actually do this.
After all, this guy can even use "Take a shit" on two Soul Saint without any hesitation, what else can't he do?
Thinking of this, Ji Juechen looked at Lu Ren in a subtle way.
In his memory, the image of a master who defeated him cleanly on Arena and convinced him with his absolute strength has been blown to pieces by "Shit Bar" in just two days.
Now in his eyes, Lu Ren is not so much a genius that people look up to, but rather a humanoid natural disaster who may pull out all kinds of dirty tricks at any time.
Lu Ren seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He kept walking and his tone was as casual as chatting:
"This is everyone's style. Unlike you, I can't enjoy the fun of fighting."
"For me, efficiency is the most important thing. If you can solve the battle in one second, you can solve it. If you have this method to control others, why not use it?"
He paused, the smile on his lips faded a bit, and his tone became more serious:
"Have you ever thought that in a real life-and-death fight, one more second of delay means one more second of variables."
"The opponent may use stronger means, may send out a distress signal, may use some self-destructive means to support you. Only by ending the battle in the fastest way can you be responsible for your own life."
Ji Juechen was silent.
He has been pursuing the ultimate Swordsmanship all his life, pursuing the pleasure of crushing his opponent with Sword Intent in a head-to-head confrontation.
For him, fighting is an almost sacred ritual, a dialogue between swords and a collision between wills.
Using "just take a shit" to win is simply a blasphemy against the battle itself.
But what Lu Ren said seems to make sense.
His thoughts were tangled into a mess, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, and the expression on his face showed an extremely rare and delicate state between confusion and wavering.
"Speaking of which, your taste is really weird."
Ye Guyi, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and said something abruptly.
Her eyes crossed Lu Ren and glanced in the direction of the yard they had left, with a hint of sarcasm hanging on the corner of her mouth.
"The little girl just now is also a little beauty. She is the same age as she should be, but she calls you master. You are really disgusting."
She thought of Nana's pretty face, thought of the blush on the girl's cheeks when she respectfully called Lu Ren "Master", and thought of the intimacy with which Lu Ren touched her head before leaving, and she felt an inexplicable feeling of disgust in her heart.
This disgust is not because of Envy, absolutely not.
It's the discomfort with the title of master itself.
Why should a girl of similar age call someone of the same age master?
It's surprising that there isn't some shady stuff going on here.
Lu Ren glanced at her:
"That's because I saved her, and she called me master in return."
"Well, keep talking, I'm listening."
Ye Guyi said this, but his face was filled with "It's weird that I believe you".
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her eyes were full of narrow-mindedness and questioning.
Lu Ren looked at her expression and suddenly didn't want to explain.
The matter between him and Nana was honest from beginning to end. He destroyed Holy Spirit Cult Branch Altar, saved the souls of Nana's parents, and gave her freedom and the capital to live.
Nana called him master, it was her own choice.
He accepted this title because he knew that for these people who had just crawled out of hell, having someone to look up to and follow would make them feel more at ease than vague repayment.
But even if I told Ye Guyi, she wouldn't believe these words.
This girl's worldview has been distorted beyond recognition by the dark experience of being hunted by Evil Soul Master. In her eyes, any good intention has a hidden knife, and any good intention has a price tag.
So Lu Ren changed the way:
"Maybe I'm just such a dirty person."
His voice suddenly became deeper, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"After all, I have a lot of Evil ideas in my heart. For example, what I want to see most is that the holy angels have their wings torn off and fall, and then are tortured to their heart's content, but they still maintain their holy and arrogant appearance..."
Ye Guyi's body suddenly shivered.
She turned back suddenly, her eyes widened:
"Aren't you just talking about me?!"