Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

It's because of what I just said, "It has nothing to do with her."

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For a moment, Xiao Yaoqing was completely stunned.

Once Zhao Min has made up her mind, she never hesitates.

She knew perfectly well that she was now completely certain of how she felt.

When things were still a bit hazy, she kept telling herself that she was probably overthinking it.

But today, when she saw Xiao Yaoqing with that girl who looked like a fairy, chatting and laughing together, only one thought came to her mind—

He rushed forward, pulled the two apart, and pointed at the girl's nose, saying, "This person is mine!"

The impulse came on so suddenly that she could no longer deceive herself.

Just as he was wondering how to bring it up, Xiao Yaoqing said those words.

Jealousy, tension, and impatience all mingled together, so Zhao Min directly confronted the situation.

Looking at her expression, Xiao Yaoqing felt a surge of emotion. A voice inside him cried out: Say yes!

But he is not Zhao Min.

Zhao Min was raised in the palm of the Ruyang Prince's mansion. At seventeen, she loved whomever she wanted and was fearless.

But Xiao Yaoqing is different. He can see far more than Zhao Min.

Xiao Yaoqing's silence brought tears to Zhao Min's eyes again. She grabbed Xiao Yaoqing's arm, her voice urgent, "Say something!"

Yeah, that girl is going all out, what are you, a man, still doing standing there?

Xiao Yaoqing stared into Zhao Min's eyes for a long time before finally speaking: "Zhao Min, have you thought this through?"

As soon as he said it, he felt awkward.

Why is it so cheesy?

It's like those melodramatic idol dramas.

Xiao Yaoqing himself realized—damn it, is this going to veer into a romance?

But once the words are spoken, can they be taken back?

Zhao Min nodded vigorously at him: "I've already figured it out. Even my father and my brother, no one can stop me."

Listen.

Listen to this word, doesn't it sound a bit too much like a Mary Sue story?

Xiao Yaoqing wasn't a Mary Sue character; his expression was somewhat complicated. He sighed and looked at Zhao Min with a helpless expression.

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing's head is filled with a ton of lines from idol dramas.

If I don't hold back for a moment, I might actually blurt it out.

Fortunately, he regained consciousness in time.

To avoid getting goosebumps, I'd better just make up a more reliable one.

Just then.

In the distance, on the treetops, the four dark figures simultaneously heard the sound of horses' hooves.

They all turned around in unison.

Then they saw a guy in a long black robe riding his horse towards them.

It was indeed Zha Ya Du.

The four people's expressions changed instantly!

Who is Zha Ya Du?

The Seventh Prince's own son!

They're still the same old dog-skin plaster that's been chasing after their princess like crazy!

The princess is now confronting Xiao Yaoqing!

If this guy runs away, won't he ruin everything?!

They are loyal to Zhao Min, not the Seventh Prince.

The group exchanged glances, and Lu Zhangke raised an eyebrow at Yuchi Feng, who immediately understood.

He pushed off with his feet and swooped down from the treetop.

It landed steadily in front of Zha Yadu's horse head.

"Whoa—!"

Zha Yadu was startled and quickly grabbed the reins!

Then, filled with rage, he yelled at Yuchi Feng:

"Are you looking to die?! Get out of here!!"

Yu Chifeng crossed his arms, glanced at him, and said in a neutral tone:

"Young Prince, I advise you not to go any further, but to wait here for a while."

"On what grounds?"

Zha Yadu was taken aback and blurted out the question.

Then he glanced behind Yuchi Feng.

He immediately followed up with another question:

"Where's Minmin?! Where is Minmin? What happened?!"

"And what are you doing, blocking my way?!"

Yu Chi Feng remained unmoved, saying, "Young Prince, you'd better just wait patiently."

"you!"

Upon hearing these perfunctory words, Zha Yadu, who was already holding back his anger, finally exploded and roared at Yu Chifeng:

"When did it become your place to tell me what to do?! Get out of my way, or I'll chop you up with one stroke!"

The voice just fell.

Three whooshing sounds rang out.

The two elders of Xuanming and the Bitter Monk also landed down and stood next to Yuchi Peak, completely blocking the road to Zhayadu.

The four of them stared at him, their eyes as cold as knives.

The warhorse beneath Zha Yadu trembled with fear at the overwhelming aura emanating from the four men.

It let out a low neigh and its four hooves twitched backward.

Zha Yadu quickly tightened the reins.

He felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed the oppressive aura emanating from the four people in front of him.

"You...you guys..."

"You guys are really something else?!"

His words carried a threat, but his voice lacked any real conviction.

At this moment, Hebi Weng bowed to Zha Yadu and said:

"Young Prince, we are simply asking you to wait a moment."

"The princess has important matters to attend to ahead and it is inconvenient for her to be disturbed. Please forgive her, Your Highness."

"Minmin? What could she possibly need? I'll take care of it for her!"

Upon hearing Zhao Min's name, Zha Yadu immediately became anxious.

The four people in front of him had increasingly strange expressions after hearing this.

Zhao Min is confessing her feelings to Xiao Yaoqing.

Do you want to confess your feelings for her?

forget it.

Stay put and don't go over there and cause trouble.

Zha Yadu watched them remain silent.

Moreover, since these people were blocking his way, he didn't dare to force his way through.

He could only grit his teeth and say in a cold voice:

"Fine! You want me to wait here? I'll wait!"

"If anything happens to Minmin, I won't let you get away with it!"

Are we not going to let them off the hook?

Do you have the guts?

At this moment, Zha Yadu had no idea that the goddess he had been admiring for over a decade was about to be snatched away by someone else!

Xiao Yaoqing pondered for a long time, not knowing what to say, but finally just followed Zhao Min's lead.

He shrugged, looking helplessly at Zhao Min:

"You said it yourself, if we really get together, what about your dad and your brother?"

"And let me be frank with you, I won't stay in the Prince of Ruyang's residence forever."

Xiao Yaoqing was telling the truth in the latter part of the sentence.

This also indirectly tells Zhao Min that he doesn't have much affection for the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, let alone for your Great Yuan.

Listen to what Xiao Yaoqing said.

A glint of light appeared in Zhao Min's eyes, filled with anticipation and excitement, and she quickly said:

"We can keep it from my dad and the others for now, and then we can confront them properly once I come up with a plan!"

"If all else fails, then I'll just elope with you!"

"Anyway, I, Minmintemur, am sticking with you for the rest of my life!!"

Zhao Min became more and more determined as she spoke.

It was as if she would run away with Xiao Yaoqing the moment he nodded.

Looking at Zhao Min's serious expression.

Xiao Yaoqing sighed inwardly.

She's only seventeen years old, and she's already gone to such lengths.

Why should I be so pretentious?

It was just a slight mishap in the plan to stay in the Prince of Ruyang's mansion.

So Xiao Yaoqing, with a helpless smile on his face, looked down at Zhao Min, who was so close to him, and said:

"You'd better behave yourself from now on."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min's heart skipped a beat—had Xiao Yaoqing accepted her feelings?

A wave of sweetness and surprise washed over her, engulfing her completely.

"puff--"

She crashed into Xiao Yaoqing's arms, burying her head in his hard chest.

Two small hands wrapped tightly around his waist, as if afraid he would run away.

Xiao Yaoqing raised his hand and scratched the back of his head.

Who could have predicted that things would take this turn?

In his past life, he was a single old dog who had never even held a girl's hand.

Who would have thought that this time travel would result in her being tightly embraced by a seventeen-year-old boy.

Moreover, this young girl is no ordinary person; she is none other than the famous Princess Shaomin—Minmin Temur.

Forget it.

No matter how you look at it, you're not at a loss.

Right?

The person in my arms suddenly looked up and softly called out:

"Xiao Yaoqing?"

"Um?"

"Hold me."

Xiao Yaoqing choked for a moment.

"Brother Wuji, I'm sorry."

He silently apologized to Zhang Wuji in his heart.

Then, he reached back and wrapped his arms around Zhao Min's slender waist.

A warm, soft body embraced me.

I must say, it's really quite exciting.

Zhao Min felt very comfortable and gently rubbed her face against his cheek.

Xiao Yaoqing clicked his tongue inwardly.

This girl is quite capable.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the second-rate martial art, Vajra Palm.]

Ok.

Zhao Min possesses a wide variety of martial arts skills.

It's either some cheap, generic stuff that the system doesn't even consider good enough, or it's some second- or third-rate technique.

Xiao Yaoqing was also somewhat helpless.

Zhao Min's forte is clearly the Hundred Schools Sword Technique.

But this lousy system seemed to be deliberately going against him, refusing to allow him to copy sword techniques no matter what.

The nameless sword in his hand will probably remain in its sheath gathering dust forever.

The two of them were still cuddling and being affectionate in the woods.

Meanwhile, at the Emei Sect's camp, Jingxuan approached Zhou Zhiruo.

The battle that just took place really badly for the Emei Sect, which had only just left the city.

If it weren't for Xiao Yaoqing and the others helping out, probably few of these girls would have made it back to Mount Emei alive.

Right now, Zhou Zhiruo is busy preparing food for Zhang Wuji and Yin Li.

Jingxuan's voice came from the side:

"Zhiruo, come with me for a moment."

Zhou Zhiruo paused in her actions, turned around, her eyes filled with confusion, and followed her senior sister to the edge of the camp.

There wasn't a soul in sight.

She then lowered her voice and asked, "Senior sister, did you need something?"

Jingxuan stared at her, and without beating around the bush, asked bluntly, "What exactly is your relationship with that masked young master?"

Zhou Zhiruo's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly waved her hands, "Senior Sister, I don't know him! There's really nothing between us!"

But Jingxuan didn't believe it at all: "Zhiruo, you were sent to Emei when you were little. I watched you grow up. You can fool others, but you can't fool me."

"Look at that young master's eyes, something's clearly off."

"I……"

Zhou Zhiruo bit her lip, knowing that her senior sister was absolutely right.

As the senior disciple of Emei, Jingxuan did indeed raise her single-handedly.

What was on her mind couldn't be hidden from the other person's eyes at all.

But what could she say?

Zhou Zhiruo quickly explained, "Senior sister, you've really misunderstood. I really have nothing to do with Xiao Yaoqing!"

"Xiao Yaoqing?!"

Jingxuan's eyes flashed, and he instantly seized on the loophole in her words.

Oops!