Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 81 The Stubbornness of a Simp: I Won't Do As You Wish!

Although Zhao Zhijing's expression was not good, his reaction was extremely quick.

He took two steps back.

He then bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "Miss Long, please calm your anger. I—I am Zhao Zhijing. I spoke rudely and offended you. I hope you will be magnanimous and forgive me this time!"

The words were kind, and the attitude was quite humble.

But those eyes darted around beneath their lowered eyelids, looking left and right, clearly searching for a way out.

Little Dragon Girl looked down at him without saying a word.

The perception granted by her sword-bone demonic heart gave her an almost instinctive insight into people's hearts.

While this person was begging for mercy, he was probably planning how to escape, how to get back to get reinforcements, and then how to embellish tonight's events as a conflict between the Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Sect!

She suddenly felt a bit disgusted.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhen Zhibing suddenly took two steps forward on his knees.

He knelt on the ground, the moonlight making his thin face appear pale, his eyes red-rimmed, his lips trembling, and his voice carrying a strange sincerity.

"Miss Long, I am Zhen Zhibing, and I am aware of my grave sins."

He raised his head, his eyes fixed on Xiaolongnu, her image reflected in his pupils, like a believer looking up at a statue, or a moth drawn to a flame.

"If I could die by your sword, it would be my blessing, and I would die without regret, willingly!"

The barren slope was quiet for a moment.

Zhao Zhijing suddenly turned his head, staring wide-eyed at his junior brother. His expression changed from fear to disbelief, and then from disbelief to rage.

"Zhen Zhibing, you're insane!"

His voice rose eight octaves, jarringly loud in the silent forest, "You're saying such things to this witch? Do you want to die, or do you want to drag the Quanzhen Sect down with you?"

"Senior brother."

Zhen Zhibing didn't look at him; his gaze remained fixed on Xiaolongnu. His tone was so calm it didn't seem like he was facing life and death. "My mind is made up!"

"You've made up your mind? You—"

Zhao Zhijing was so angry that he trembled all over, and his finger pointing at Zhen Zhibing shook like a withered branch in the moonlight.

He took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "If the Sect Leader knew what you had done—"

"Even if the sect leader knew, he wouldn't blame me."

Zhen Zhibing interrupted Zhao Zhijing, his tone remaining calm, "In the world of martial arts, life and death are commonplace, filled with righteous indignation and vengeance. If I could die at Miss Long's hands, it would be my honor!"

Zhao Zhijing was so angry that his mustache stood on end.

Standing in the moonlight, Xiaolongnu looked at Zhen Zhibing's devout face, her lips twitching slightly.

What is this person saying?

It would be an honor to die at her hands.

Honored? Honored my ass!

She stared at Zhen Zhibing's face for two seconds.

There was no fear or struggle on the other person's face, only an almost morbid satisfaction.

It's as if it's saying, "I finally have a chance to get close to you, even if it's just the sword in your hand!"

A chill ran down my spine.

How disgusting!

Little Dragon Girl spoke, her voice not loud, but carrying a deep-seated disdain, "How shameless!"

Before she could finish speaking, she raised her hand and waved.

He didn't touch Zhen Zhibing at all; he simply slapped him from a distance.

This slap was delivered without the use of sword energy or internal energy; it was purely the power of the physical body.

But the physical body enhanced by the sword bone and demon heart is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

With a single swing, the palm strike was as sharp as a knife, and a crisp explosion resounded through the air.

Snapped!

Zhen Zhibing flew off the ground like a kite with a broken string.

His body tumbled twice in mid-air before crashing hard into the trunk of an ancient pine tree.

Click!

The pine tree, as thick as a bowl, snapped in two with a crash, its upper crown falling to the ground and scattering dirt and broken leaves everywhere.

Zhen Zhibing's body continued to roll, crashing into a clump of bushes before finally stopping.

He lay on the ground, a mouthful of blood gushing from his mouth, staining the withered leaves beneath him red.

At least three ribs were broken, and the left arm was twisted at an odd angle, clearly fractured.

But he still raised his head.

Under the moonlight, his pale face was covered in blood, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were red-rimmed, and his lips were trembling.

But the light in those eyes was still the same – obsessive, devout, like a believer looking up at a god!

"Dragon—Dragon Girl—"

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, yet it carried a morbid satisfaction: "You hit me—you finally hit me—"

Little Dragon Girl stood there, looking down at the scene, and remained silent.

She was really numb.

In my past life, when I saw those simp-like scenes in short videos, I just found them funny.

A real man never acts like a simp.

But now that she's dressed as a woman and seeing it with her own eyes, she realizes just how disgusting this thing is.

If you hit him, he'll feel it's a favor.

He feels close to you when you scold him.

The more unfriendly you are to him, the more attractive he finds you!

Xiaolongnu withdrew her gaze, turned around and left.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Anyway, this guy has already been seriously injured by my slap and is not far from death!

But she stopped after taking only two steps.

Wait, that's not right.

What did this man just say? "If I could die by your sword, it would be my blessing."

Does he want to die at her hands?

Xiaolongnu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

Think beautiful!

The more you want me to beat you to death, the less I'll let you have your way.

She looked into the distance; Zhao Zhijing was running away.

The man had already run more than a hundred feet away, his figure appearing and disappearing on the mountain path, and his speed was not slow.

Xiaolongnu slowly raised her right hand, spread her five fingers, and gently clenched them in that direction.

A black mist shot out from her palm, as fast as a black lightning bolt, winding its way through the mountain path.

Zhao Zhijing was running with his head down when he suddenly felt something tighten under his feet.

He looked down and saw a black mist wrapped around his ankle, like a black snake, stretching from his ankle all the way to his knee.

"What is that?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the mist suddenly tightened, and Zhao Zhijing felt an irresistible force coming from his ankles, lifting him upside down in mid-air.

He struggled desperately, his hands reaching haphazardly for the band of fog.

Fingers try to pierce through the mist, but it's like a monkey trying to catch the moon's reflection—it can't grasp anything.

The fog began to shrink, and Zhao Zhijing was dragged back.

The gravel and withered leaves on the mountain path rushed past him, and the wind whistled past his ears, making his robes flutter.

In just a few breaths, he was thrown at Xiaolongnu's feet.

With a thud, Zhao Zhijing fell hard, covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled.

He struggled to get up and looked up to see that cold, jade-like face in the moonlight.

Zhao Zhijing's mind raced.

"Miss Long, please spare me! Miss Long, please spare me! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I offended you, and I know I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again!"

His voice was fast and urgent, as if he was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, he would miss his chance.

"Is that all you want to do to live?"

Zhao Zhijing nodded repeatedly, his forehead hitting the muddy ground with a dull thud.

"Then kill him!"

Xiaolongnu raised her chin and pointed to Zhen Zhibing in the bushes.