The Great Ruler: Starting from the Ruthless Emperor

"And...I'm not angry at all, really, you don't have to give me a gift!"

Although her voice was small, since everyone here was a cultivator, it was no different from speaking loudly.

For a moment, everyone looked at the girl. She looked serious yet cute, and made people couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hahaha……"

The Holy Son of Tianquan laughed out loud, looked at Li Qingyue with interest, and sized up her beautiful face before saying, "I guess this fairy is your confidante."

"Although it's men's clothing, it can't hide its peerless elegance."

"However, men's clothing does not fit well. Besides, fairies usually say the opposite. If she says she is not angry, then she must be angry."

"She said there's no need to give gifts, so she definitely has to give gifts."

"Brother Yan, Brother Yang, this is worth careful consideration."

As soon as these words were spoken, countless men lowered their heads in thought.

"I was saying that my wife said every day that she wasn't angry, but she just wouldn't let me into the house. So there's a deeper meaning behind this!"

"Oh my god, I finally know why my wife is mad at me!"

"Hiss! My wife said she didn't want any gifts, so I listened to her. But who knew she would go back to her parents' home and not come back for a month. So that's what happened!"

Some people suddenly realized and exclaimed subconsciously.

Some people laughed loudly, and the whole pavilion was bustling with activity.

Instead, Li Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the Son of Tianquan with a little shock.

"This bastard... is really doing more harm than good, right?"

Seeing Yan Wushuang and Yang Wuzheng looking thoughtful and as if they had realized something, Li Qingyue was speechless for a moment and turned around and left.

But before he could take two steps, Yan Wushuang grabbed his arm.

The large and powerful palm made it impossible for Li Qingyue to break free.

"Let go! I'm not really angry, really!"

"I just...I just don't want to talk!"

Li Qingyue glared at Yan Wushuang slightly, but seeing Yan Wushuang's look of sudden enlightenment, she could only look to Yang Wuzheng for help.

"The men's clothes really don't fit well!"

Yang Wuzheng responded calmly, instantly making Li Qingyue despair.

Isn’t it a person’s freedom to dress as he pleases?

She just likes to wear men's clothes, is there a problem with that?

Seeing this scene, everyone in the pavilion chuckled.

Many people looked at Li Qingyue again.

Looking at the slightly wrinkled brows and the slightly helpless but wide-open eyes, which were cute and beautiful, everyone laughed out loud.

Suddenly, the whole pavilion became more and more lively.

Saint Tianxuan chuckled, walked out slowly, and said, "The precious clothes of Linglong Pavilion are famous in the East Wilderness. If you don't mind, I can take you around."

"In every building here, there is a display cabinet that contains the finest treasures from Linglong Pavilion."

“Even if you don’t buy it, you can try it.”

"The one behind me is pretty good. It can keep out dust, cold, heat, and divine light. It can even withstand a blow from the Four Extremes. It's also the latest style. Why don't you try it first, sister?"

Listening to the words of Saint Tianxuan and looking at the smiles of everyone in the pavilion, Li Qingyue's expression was full of helplessness.

If she could beat these people, she would definitely let them know why the flowers are so red.

“Go ahead and give it a try!”

Yang Wuzheng spoke, his tone inexplicably carrying a hint of anticipation.

"Try it on. Don't worry, if you don't like it, we can pick something else."

"I will definitely find a gift that will satisfy you."

Yan Wushuang also spoke, his eyes full of expectation, holding onto Li Qingyue's arm tightly.

"Want to pick something else?"

Li Qingyue was speechless. Is Yan Wushuang mentally ill?

"So, now that the two saints from Zhongzhou's No. 1 Holy Land have arrived, I, as the Saint of Tianquan, must do my part to honor them as the host."

The voice of the Holy Son of Heavenly Power sounded slowly, instantly drowning out all the laughter, and said: "Fairy, please feel free to watch it. Just think of it as a gift from me on behalf of Brother Yan to the fairy."

"In three days, I will invite the two saints and fairies to meet the younger generation of the Eastern Wasteland and explore the ancient tomb together. How do you think?"

The Holy Son of Heavenly Power looked at Li Qingyue with a smile and said gently:

"Will the fairy not even give me this little bit of face?"

Li Qingyue looked at the Son of Tianquan in shock again. Although his expression was gentle, his words were soft and he was also very polite.

But the words he said always made her a little angry.

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Chapter 23 The Saint's Reminder

"I'll take you there!"

Saint Tianxuan spoke, walked lightly to Li Qingyue's side, and slowly took Li Qingyue's hand.

Then he looked at Yan Wushuang and said, "Brother Yan, you can let go now and leave it to Yu Ping!"

Yan Wushuang smiled awkwardly when he heard this.

He quickly let go of Li Qingyue's arm. If it weren't for the reminder from Saint Tianxuan in front of him, he would have continued holding Li Qingyue's arm.

It wasn't that he intended to take advantage of her, but he didn't realize it at all, and he was really afraid that Li Qingyue would get angry and leave.

Watching Li Qingyue hesitantly follow Saint Tianxuan into the pavilion's wing room.

Yan Wushuang then bowed to the Holy Son of Tianquan and said, "Thank you, Holy Son of Tianquan, but I'll have to pay for the source stone myself."

"I, Yan Wushuang, can still afford a piece of clothing!"

"Besides, you should apologize, so that you appear sincere."

The Holy Son of Tianquan chuckled when he heard this and did not force it.

Thirty thousand kilograms of source stones is indeed not a lot, but it is not a small amount either.

Generally speaking, a small family or a blessed land that has been passed down for a hundred years only has three to five thousand kilograms of savings.

"Brother Yan, please don't blame me for being nosy."

The Holy Son of Tianquan spoke, his tone still gentle, like that of a handsome young man, without the condescending aura of the heirs of a holy land.

Of course, the bigger reason is naturally because the Nine Saints Sect, the first holy place in Zhongzhou, is also very strong.

Especially according to legend, the first holy land in Zhongzhou has produced several great saints.

As disciples of the holy land, we all have our own forces behind us, so why are there so many hatreds?

Even if I don't like it, I still have to save my face.

Moreover, it has only been ten thousand years since the death of Emperor Yuhua, and the entire Beidou is still peaceful without much conflict.

"Son of Tianquan is worrying too much. Yan Wushuang would like to thank you for your reminder!"

Yan Wushuang spoke in a straightforward and frank tone, without hiding anything.

The reminder from the Holy Son of Tianquan just now made him suddenly realize and understand why Li Qingyue had ignored him all along.

Obviously, everyone here understood the meaning and smiled ambiguously.

Although the girl was just a mortal, her figure was no worse than that of the saint in the holy land. Everyone loves beauty.

This is nothing.

Yang Wuzheng on the side frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows, and his whole body returned to his calm and non-confrontational state.

For him, liking someone does not necessarily require possession, silently protecting and caring for them is enough.

“Let everything take its course!”

Yang Wuzheng comforted himself silently in his heart.

But at this moment, Yan Wushuang turned his head slightly, looked at Yang Wuzheng and said, "Old Yang, can you lend me some source stones? I'm so short of them!"

Hearing this, Yang Wuzheng's mouth twitched instantly.

His heart, which had just calmed down, suddenly began to churn, and he looked at Yan Wushuang speechlessly.

This person... he didn't know how to describe him.

However, he did not hesitate. With a flip of his hand, a storage magic weapon fell into Yan Wushuang's hands.

Yan Wushuang took it calmly and said, "Old Yang, that's very nice!"

Yang Wuzheng turned his head silently, not wanting to pay any attention to this bastard.

If you are a bit more sensitive, it is impossible not to feel what he is thinking.

To put it bluntly, this is borrowing source stones from a love rival, and probably only Yan Wushuang can do it.

As time passed, everyone looked towards the door of the wing room with some anticipation.

I was looking forward to seeing what the dress that sold for 30,000 Originium would be different from, and I was also looking forward to seeing what the girl would look like in women's clothing.

Inside the side room, Saint Tianxuan looked at Li Qingyue and was not in a hurry to change her clothes.

Instead, he said softly, "I know you don't want to. If you want to leave, you can leave through the back door."

Li Qingyue paused slightly and looked at Saint Tianxuan in surprise, extremely surprised.