Even if you belong to a demonic sect, you still have to bring glory to the country.

Chapter 289 Unofficial Martial Arts Competition
"Everyone is curious: back then you didn't even fancy Qu Yingchen, so how could you be tempted by someone like that?"

Yao Fu blinked: "So what exactly happened that night? How did he seduce you?"

Li Sui: “…”

Qu Yingchen was a handsome man in ancient times.

It is universally acknowledged.

That really looks good.

But despite her beauty, what she did left an indelible shadow on Li Sui.

Of course, I'm not saying his actions were utterly immoral—it's just that he was cunning.

It's like when Li Sui had a male celebrity she really liked. But when he found out he was handsome and had a lot of makeup done in every TV series, he just made Li Sui fall for him.

The scariest thing about men is knowing they are good-looking.

Qu Yingchen was not a member of the Demonic Sect; he joined halfway through.

Moreover, they had a certain purpose in mind.

Originally, everyone thought there was no problem; good-looking people are usually very forgiving of him.

Unexpectedly, this person harbored malicious intentions and immediately tried to seduce Li Sui.

On a quiet night, he climbed into Li Sui's bed.

Li Sui was terrified at the time.

Nothing irreversible happened, after all, this person only wanted to lure Li Sui into a trap, not actually want to die in the Demonic Sect.

The main thing is that he lay down on the bed as soon as he came in, with his clothes half off.

With a bewildered look on Li Sui's face, he said directly, "Woman, are you satisfied with what you see?"

This person is impotent.

Then came the second bombshell: "Woman, the moment I saw you, I was captivated by you..."

When Li Sui started working on his toes, they were practically digging out the three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

Even with my eyes closed, I couldn't help myself and shouted for help at the top of my lungs.

Guan Zhong and Tian Shu leaped forward.

Tian Shu, in particular, seemed to dislike Qu Yingchen intensely and showed no mercy in his actions.

Qu Yingchen was skilled, but he still suffered repeated defeats when faced with the combined attack of Guan Zhong and Tian Shu.

They didn't kill him, but the Demonic Sect couldn't tolerate someone trying to seduce their leader.

Later, Qu Yingchen was driven away.

The members of the Demonic Cult were all curious about what exactly happened that night, and how their leader could be so heartless towards a handsome man.

Even now, when I think of Li Sui, I still remember that greasy wind and greasy words from that night.

She lectured Yao Fu: "You don't understand. Some men can be dead, can be hanging on the wall, can be made of cotton, can be made of acrylic, can be made of iron, but they can never be a living person standing in front of me."

"By the way, you're still young. At your age, you should be working hard to build your career!"

Yao Fu: "..."

Although I don't quite understand what the cult leader means, there must be a reason behind what she says.

When I arrived at the company, the renovation was still in full swing.

Tianquan has already arrived.

He is more proactive and assertive than others, and has already figured out the routes in the area over the past few days.

Even if he doesn't ask Li Sui or anyone else for help, it's not a big deal if he gets lost; he can find his way back on his own.

The best thing for an assassin is knowing the way.

Tianquan was standing in the martial arts hall next door watching TV.

The television happened to be showing a sports competition program.

There weren't many people at the martial arts gym today. Even if Tianquan wasn't from the martial arts gym, he worked for the company next door.

He stood at the entrance of the martial arts hall watching the large-screen TV. There weren't many people there today. At lunchtime, Wu Hao squatted there slurping noodles.

With nothing else to do, he asked Tianquan, "Dude, that Miss Li... Miss Li and that Yao Fu, are you both from the same company?" Tianquan glanced at Wu Hao, who was slurping noodles on the ground, and said indifferently, "Yes."

Wu Hao asked curiously, "Your company only does training? Are you a training instructor?"

Tianquan said, "I guess so."

Wu Hao became even more curious: "Then you two must both be quite skilled? Who's stronger, you or Miss Yao?"

Tianquan said, "Yao Fu's skills are average; she's not good at these things, so you can't compare them like that."

Wu Hao: "?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Hao's eyes went blank.

Are you crazy or am I crazy?

You're saying she's not very skilled when she can break my bones with one kick?
Wu Hao stood up excitedly: "Dude, you can't brag like that! Miss Yao's skills are extraordinary. She beat us up like it was nothing. You're saying she's just average? Then you're just..."

Tianquan: "Hmm, one punch from me could kill you."

Wu Hao: "..."

Logically speaking, Tianquan was telling the truth.

But saying this out loud isn't very pleasant to hear.

Wu Hao looked at Tian Quan's arm muscles, which weren't exaggerated, and although he could see that the other's muscles were very firm, the energy they contained must be considerable.

In a moment of impulse, I wanted to say: "If you don't believe me, let's have a contest."

Considering that this was indeed a possibility, Wu Hao rationally stopped himself from having the idea.

Just then, Li Sui arrived and, seeing Tian Quan there, exclaimed, "Hey, Tian Quan, what are you looking at?"

Tianquan then revealed the reason for standing there: "I just saw Zhang Tang—Brother Zhang Tian."

"Oh, you mean him?"

Li Sui glanced at the TV, which was showing a basketball game. He saw that it was an international competition and explained, "He went abroad to participate in a track and field competition. They probably just put him on the show. Their competitions are very long, lasting one or two months."

This kind of international competition has too many events.

It takes time from the qualifiers to the finals.

Moreover, Zhang Tian will not only participate in one competition, but will also stay abroad for several months in a row to prepare for next year's Olympics and qualify.

However, this has not stopped him from becoming famous.

"Zhang Tian? You know Zhang Tian?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Hao excitedly chimed in, "You really know Zhang Tian, ​​the one who participated in the 100-meter race?"

Wu Hao heard Tianquan call out to Zhang Tian, ​​and with Li Sui's explanation, he knew who it was.

"Zhang Tian, ​​holy crap, he's a legend. At the age of 31, he's competing in the 100 meters. A few days ago, he won the semi-finals, outrunning a group of black people. He's incredibly awesome. And you guys actually know him."

“Yes.” Li Sui smiled, not minding bringing up Zhang Tian as a relative at this moment: “He’s my relative.”

Wu Hao's eyes widened.

She couldn't help but give Li Sui a thumbs up: "Sister, how come your family produces so many outstanding people?"

One is Yao Fu, and the other is Tian Quan.

It seems like they mentioned before that Yao Fu was her relative?

Not only are they incredibly skilled fighters, but they can even compete in international tournaments.

Li Sui waved his hand modestly: "It's all because I'm lucky, lucky. My family probably has good feng shui."

The feng shui is too good.

Traveling back to ancient times and then back again—it all seems to be related to metaphysics.

Wu Hao couldn't help but ask enviously, "Sis, if Brother Zhang Tian comes back in the future, could you ask him to sign my autograph?"

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Li Sui's vanity swelled to an unbridled degree, and she finally succeeded in putting on a show!
Yao Fu covered her mouth and chuckled behind him, while Tian Quan was somewhat confused, after all, he did not understand the significance of Zhang Tian's running for national glory.

Wu Hao looked at Tian Quan and suddenly said.

"Bro, if you're that good, there's an unofficial martial arts competition, it has to be really good. The prize money is huge, want to participate and give it a try?"