Yu Qing Qian’s even breathing gently blew against Feng Chen’s ear. His body couldn’t help but stiffen, but returned to normal in just a moment.
“You’re still so thick-skinned.” Feng Chen raised his eyes and looked at her faintly. When he caught the bright smile on her face, ripples rose in his calm ancient well-like eyes, “What do you want from me?”
He didn’t believe that this woman who was already cunning, capricious, and shameless at the age of two was just looking for him to catch up.
“Sure enough, you long recognised me.” Yu Qing Qian took a step back, looked at him with all smiles, and teased: “I haven’t seen you in more than a decade, sick beauty, you’re getting more and more beautiful!”
As Yu Qing Qian expected, Feng Chen’s calm eyes were filled with a rare displeasure, and his voice gradually became colder: “If you want to die, then just keep calling me that.”
Since childhood, only this woman dared to tease him and even call him ‘sick beauty’.
“You’re really as boring as you were when you were a kid.” Yu Qing Qian pursed her lips. She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow, continuing to tease, “Sick beauty, in the end, we still shared the same bed for a year, can you really do something to me?”
As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind came towards her. She had taken precautions and dodged it with a slight movement.
Then several palm strikes fell, and she stretched out her hand to greet them immediately.
The fiery red maple leaves fell one after the other, and the two figures, one white, one blue, quickly intertwined and fought against each other in the forest.
After a cup of tea’s time, the two of them exchanged a palm strike and each took a step back.
“Sick beauty, if you use the combat-class spiritual plant, you might be able to capture me immediately.” Yu Qing Qian waved around a flawless warm white jade pendant in her hand, “Way too slow to rely on this to absorb the poisons in your body.”
She knew that Feng Chen had been merciful just now and mostly just tested her, otherwise if the other party really released the combat-class spiritual plant, she might really have been restrained.
Although her hand-to-hand combat skills were reaching the level of her previous life, but she found that Feng Chen’s martial arts were no weaker than hers.
She dared to conclude that the other party was not only a Spiritual Plant Master, but also a Body Tempering Master with physical fitness that wasn’t low.
“Just what do you want?” Feng Chen’s deep, ancient well-like eyes were filled with helplessness. This woman had been such a troublesome, pestering rogue since she was a child.
However, after the test just now, he found that Yu Qing Qian’s physical fitness couldn’t possibly be as tested at only just qualified.
“I’m very interested in the poison in your body.” Yu Qing Qian put away the jade pendant in her hand, “This can be considered a meeting gift.”
“Can you be anymore shameless?” Feng Chen took a deep breath. He was afraid that he’d be impulsive and want to go up and strangle this woman who made his mind waver.
Yu Qing Qian blinked: “What’s shameless? Can it be eaten?”
The piece of warm jade Feng Chen was carrying absorbed a lot of the poisons in his body. If she took it back, it’d be perfect for her to absorb it, which would be a great supplement to her variant abilities.
For a certain woman who had fought hard and struggled to live in the other world where there were more men than women for many years, face and reservations were all meaningless.
Especially when she met Feng Chen, who looked like an immortal fallen into the mortal world, she always wanted to break the calmness on his cold, composed, and handsome face.
She didn’t know if it was because the poisons in his body were too attractive to her variant abilities, or because of the ‘intimate’ entanglement in their childhood, or because he was too clean and beautiful on the outside, but she would have inexplicable thoughts and impulses popping up in her mind from time to time.
She wanted to tie him to her side, either completely destroying him, or turning him into the one and only painting scroll that belonged in her collections.