The Return of the Wicked Girl: Long Live the Queen

Spring rains are lingering.

After another two days of stalemate, there was no good news from Bishan. It seemed that Chi Xue used her wrist to suppress the government's approval.

However, Ji Shuiyue was not angry. After all, the land around Bishan belongs to her. Even if this Bishan belongs to Chi Xue, as long as she sticks to the land, she doesn't believe that Chi Xue can take over Bishan's land. The mines were exhausted.

If the title deed is still in her hands, cooperation is inevitable, and it is only a matter of time.

What she is most worried about now is that Chi Xue will be angry and kill her humanely.

So, she took all precautions.

The Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit, the Tai Chi Bagua Formation, and the door god Yan Po.

She wanted to see if Chi Xue was really acting aboveboard.

……

Sword flowers fluttered, and the white jade-like wrist outlined a perfect arc in the air.

The jade-like spring rain fell on the tip of the sword, and with the enchanting and fierce sword force, it chopped a cluster of delicate and beautiful peach blossoms.

sword dance.

Returning the sword, the flowers fell to the ground.

Stepping on the wet and greasy peach petals with her beautiful toes, she turned her ankles, twisted her waist, and stabbed behind her back.

The action stops at this difficult place.

Yan Po walked slowly, with a tall and slender figure like a green pine, holding a wooden stick in her clean and slender hands, and gently touched Ji Shuiyue's receding waist.

"It should be lower, the waist should show the softness of women, and the right foot should be straight..."

His voice was calm, and he didn't feel irritated by Ji Shuiyue's ignorance.

Ji Shuiyue pursed her red lips, and tried to lean back again, guessing that she had reached the height Yan Po mentioned.

"Is that so?"

With a look of helplessness between Yan Po's brows, she paused for a moment, put a wooden stick against Ji Shuiyue's waist with one hand, stretched out her bony index finger with the other hand, and gently lifted Ji Shuiyue's slender wrist.

Warm and soft.

The delicate touch made him shake his mind, until Ji Shuiyue looked at him with slightly doubtful water eyes, he turned his face away unnaturally, and said softly: "That's good."

She smiled knowingly, and her crystal clear eyes were like the blooming lotus in the Tianshan Lake.

She got up, but forgot to adjust her center of gravity, so her back was arched, her feet slipped, and she fell backwards.

Yan Po's pupils dilated in an instant, and the white robe flew up quickly, and he lifted his hands to hug Ji Shuiyue's waist.

……

The wind blows, startling a peach blossom.

The light gauze was ethereal, her arms were full of fragrant jade, and the smooth touch of his fingertips made him frown slightly.

What lingers at the tip of her straight nose is her unique fragrance, which is faint, like a bodhi green lotus that has been depressed for thousands of years.

The clear and clear black eyes flickered for a moment, and he lifted Ji Shuiyue up, and when the soft touch left, he felt a little bit reluctant in his heart.

In an instant, there was a slight tingling pain on the back of his hand.

He looked at a red line on his big hand with well-defined bones, and his calm and indifferent eyes seemed to be like a lake surface hit by a stone, gently rippling in circles.

Ji Shuiyue's eye veil trembled slightly, she raised Yan Po's big hand with her tender fingers, her eyes curled up, "You——are injured."

Ink-like blue hair flew up, the broken hair on his forehead covered all the emotions in his eyes, he gently pulled his hand away, his tone was a little stiff, "No problem."

"Then... let's give up today's sword dance... okay?"

Ji Shuiyue narrowed her eyes to cover up the calculation in her red eyes, her delicate red lips curled up like pear blossoms, her smile was radiant.

"Okay, you should have a good rest."

After that, she turned and left.

The red eyes are bright and compelling, and the evil smile on the corners of the lips can no longer be restrained, slowly rippling, enchanting like a mandala blooming in the dark night.

Interesting, this Yan Po actually really——

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What is Yan Po really =w= guess