Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Outside the camp.

He Ji was the last to emerge. After walking a few steps, he spat out a word, turned his head to glance at the empty tent, and his face was full of disdain.

"A woman, acting all high and mighty? Thinks she's something special?" He scoffed, then, seeing no one around, raised his voice a bit more. "Isn't it just because her grandfather is Nie Yue? If it weren't for that connection, who the hell would bother with a slut princess who was once a hostage?"

He got more and more excited as he talked, and stood there with his arms crossed, his chin almost pointing to the sky:

"You still believe the nonsense of a Miao person? Realgar? Ha, I don't believe it at all." He looked like he had a premonition. "I guess we're doomed to lose this battle. I need to find a chance to slip away first."

"Tsk tsk tsk, women are just women, born to stay home and nurse children. What kind of battlefield are they? What are they going to fight with? They can't even fasten their belts properly, how can you expect them to lead troops?"

"Once the city falls, I'll see if she'll still be able to do this when she kneels down and begs the barbarians for mercy—"

Before he could finish speaking...

A sack fell from the sky, completely covering his head.

He Ji was shocked and reached out to pull, but touched something cold and slippery, which was wrapping around the sack, tighter and tighter.

"Well done, Red Dragon! Tighten your grip!"

A clear voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, bang—!

Something hit him squarely on the head.

Chai Xiaomi, wielding an ice bow and black arrows, relentlessly beat him on the head, cursing with each blow:

"You've got a foul mouth!"

Bang!

"So you look down on women!"

Bang!

"Next! Head! Man!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chai Xiaomi had just asked Hong Jiao to summon Anan, and had just asked Anan to do something. She turned around and wanted to come to the camp to find Wu Li, but she stumbled upon this scene. As the man got more and more excited, her fists grew harder and harder.

She had been secretly observing this person for several days. Every time Sister Yao was behind him, he would put on a disdainful look, and after she walked away, he would spit on her in a sarcastic tone.

He's a typical guy who has absolutely no skills but can't stand seeing women better than him.

But in the end, her opponent was also a trained fighter, and her fancy moves couldn't hurt her at all.

He Ji suddenly raised his sword and slashed open the sack, then, without thinking twice, was about to stab Chai Xiaomi.

The red dragon was about to change its form and pounce.

But the next second, the person suddenly froze and couldn't move.

Chai Xiaomi steadied herself. She had called for help just in time. The silver bell on her ankle trembled slightly, and the boy had already stood beside her without her noticing.

Wu Li bent down, picked up a stone, tossed it casually in his hand a couple of times, walked over to He Ji, and placed the stone neatly on top of his head.

"There's a good stance here." He turned to look at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Mimi, take this opportunity and make a bet with me."

Chai Xiaomi's hand, gripping the bow, stiffened: "What are we betting on?"

What time is it? He still has the mind to play around.

"I'll bet you your secret." Wu Li raised his chin and pointed to the stone above the man's head. "If you can hit this stone, then tell me why you've been so preoccupied and unhappy lately. Tell me your secret. If you miss, I won't ask any more questions."

Chai Xiaomi once suspected that he had gotten it backwards; with her abilities, there was no way she could shoot it down.

She still hadn't learned how to conjure the ice bow and arrows with her mind. She casually picked up the bow and said, "You said it yourself."

"Yes, I said so." Wu Li nodded.

"What...what are you going to do?!" He Ji was unable to move. Looking at the bow in the girl's hand, he instinctively felt that the thing was not an ordinary object.

She casually tugged at the bowstring.

The next instant, a sharp, piercing gust of air shot out.

"Snapped!"

The pebble above He Ji's head shattered with a crack, and the sound startled him so much that his eyelids rolled back and he fainted.

Chai Xiaomi's hand holding the bow froze in mid-air; she was stunned.

She looked down at the bow, then up at the shattered stones, and recalled the sharpness of the airflow just now, which was incomparable to the white beam of light that Wu Li had condensed when he drew the bow.

Her gaze fell upon the boy's deep eyes.

Suddenly I understood.

It was he who did it.

Wu Li walked towards her, bent down and got close to her face, his long eyelashes fluttering gently. He lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear him, coaxing and cajoling her: "Madam is really something. You should tell me your secret now."

"You cheated!" Chai Xiaomi turned her face away. "That wasn't me who hit it."

"Then what evidence do you have to prove you didn't shoot it?"

"I..." Chai Xiaomi was speechless. It was true that she pulled the string, but that airflow was definitely not something she could have done. "Anyway, I didn't shoot it."

"So, you've decided not to treat me with sincerity?"

"No, I didn't mean to hide anything from you." You Tiao had warned her many times that if she revealed her identity and told him about her mission, she would be immediately eliminated by the system and die on the spot.

It can be said that he had no way to express his feelings.

Wu Li pursed her lips, her jawline taut.

"You've repeatedly emphasized that there shouldn't be any secrets between husband and wife. I can lay bare everything about myself to you, so why can't you? Mimi, this isn't fair." His voice carried a barely perceptible hint of bitterness. "It's not fair at all."

Wu Li's expression was gloomy, and there seemed to be a hint of sinister intent in his heterochromatic pupils, like a trapped beast unable to find a way out and circling in a cage.

He pressed his tongue against his teeth, and his cheeks seemed to twitch slightly, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

But in the end, his voice softened:

Please tell me, okay?

Chai Xiaomi moved her lips, and after a long while, she said in a soft, coquettish voice, "It's really nothing, Lili, can you please stop asking?"

Wu Li did not respond.

He straightened up.

The boy who would always bend down and make room for her height was now standing straight.

When his gaze swept down from above, it carried a chill that Chai Xiaomi had never seen before.

The temper and arrogance of youth returned to their proper place at this moment.

He didn't look at her again.

He turned and left.

This was the first time he had so clearly displayed his grievances and anger on his face, without any attempt to hide them or offer any way out.

Chai Xiaomi stood there, watching that figure gradually walk away.

Most of the time, he acted steadily and maturely, always going along with her and spoiling her, often making her forget one thing: he was only eighteen years old and could also sulk.

But Wu Li only walked a dozen meters before suddenly stopping.

Under the sun, his shadow stretched very long.

His back view was upright, and he looked exceptionally handsome, having shed his usual cold demeanor.

He suddenly turned back quickly.

He lifted her chin, his eyes still blazing with anger, yet also harboring a glimmer of cautious hope: "Are you going to tell me or not?"

...and they gave me another chance.

It was as if he was telling her that this was an ultimatum, and if she didn't speak up, he would really get angry.

Chai Xiaomi lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him, and muttered sullenly, "I can't say it... I'll die if I say it."

Wu Li paused for a moment in his grip.

"Okay, very good."

After a long pause, he released his grip, a disbelieving smirk playing on his lips, as if he were laughing in anger. "Fine, don't talk about it then. You didn't need to threaten me with death. You know perfectly well how important you are to me. What can I do with you trying to shut me up like that?"

The boy enunciated each word clearly, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his eyes were a little red when he turned around.

It's clear that he's really angry this time.

Chai Xiaomi's heart tightened, and she clung to him, grabbing his arm and speaking in a soft voice like a kitten's whining: "Lili, Lili."

"Don't call me." The boy kept walking, but when he noticed the person next to him stagger slightly, he immediately slowed down.

She shook his arm, gazing longingly at his profile. When he ignored her, she moved around to face him, tilted her head back, and blinked pitifully, "Are you really angry?"

On the city wall, archers were already in position.

"Hurry, hurry, and get to the point! Smear the arrowheads with realgar, lime, and mugwort! Those beasts will be at the city walls in less than half a day!"

Soldiers passing by were preparing for battle.

This wasn't the time for tantrums, so Chai Xiaomi quickly dropped her coquettish expression and said seriously, "Lili, this battle..."

"I have my own way of helping you." He interrupted her, his tone cold and hard, his gaze still fixed on the distance, not even sparing her a glance.

Without her saying a word, Wu Li guessed what she wanted to say.

She pursed her lips, wanting to say something more, but he had already turned his face away: "Go to the city and stay with those brats, just don't distract me."

So this is how this guy throws a tantrum; he's got that aloofness about him perfectly.

Chai Xiaomi stared at his taut profile, silently thinking: Damn, so tempting, I want to crush him!