Female Supreme: Holy Son, you don’t want to be discovered, right?

Farah wanted to grab him in her arms, but Xing Feng had expected it and ran away.

Forget it, there are still 3 days left. After 3 days, she will let Xing Feng take the initiative to serve her, not only on the lips but also in other places...

Farah stood up and looked at Xing Feng who was holding the sword with both hands, and a new plan came to her mind.

Today's reward was totally not enough, so she had to add another hour.

What's more, the little mouse peeping outside has long been impatient...

So Farah slowly said, "Would you like to try it with me? I am actually quite experienced in swordsmanship. If you can defeat me, I can grant you a request."

Xing Feng's eyes lit up. What he wanted most now was to get back his right to change clothes freely.

Moreover, he was able to last ten moves against Sislia, so maybe he could really fight against Farah.

But Xing Feng still kept a watchful eye and asked cautiously, "If I fail, will there be any punishment?"

"There is no punishment, unless you want..." Farah smiled with her hands covering her mouth.

"No! No punishment!"

"Then let's do it."

Farah stood up and walked towards the garden, while Xing Feng followed behind Farah holding a sword...

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Chapter 82? I can’t hate you anymore?

They came to the garden.

This is where Becky often hangs out.

The lush trees and colorful roses interweave into a beautiful picture. The tall stone walls surround the entire garden, covered with vines and roses, exuding a faint floral fragrance.

The paths in the garden are neatly trimmed, with an open stone pavement in the center, surrounded by stone benches and stone tables for people to rest and drink tea.

Xing Feng put the sword in his arms aside and turned to look at Farah.

"Is it really okay for you to do this?" Xing Feng looked at Farah with empty hands. She was still wearing that gorgeous red off-shoulder dress. She didn't look like she could use a sword at all.

After all, when she was taught by Sislia, she was not wearing a skirt, and those female paladins outside would not wear skirts that restricted their movements.

Farah had a smile on her face and crossed her arms over her chest. The obvious cleavage made Xing Feng shyly turn his head away.

"Why are you still worried about my sister? Don't you just want to defeat my sister~" Farah's eyes flashed with a sparkling light, exuding a unique charm and flavor, "It's actually very easy to be defeated in this state. If you defeat me, I can meet any of your "special requests"."

Xing Feng didn't want to respond to Farah's words. Farah was teasing him again. He didn't have any special requests. He just wanted to regain the fate of having Farah change his clothes every day!

So Xing Feng changed the subject and said, "Let's get started. Where did you put the wooden sword?"

"No need for a wooden sword."

Farah snapped her fingers, and a medium-length sword with a shiny white blade made of blue steel appeared in her hand.

The end of the handle is inlaid with a sapphire, but it looks much smaller than Xing Feng's sword and the workmanship is much rougher.

"Hey, don't we use wooden swords?" Xing Feng was a little flustered. This was his first time using a sharpened sword in actual combat. When he was training with Sislia before, they had always used wooden swords.

This is to prevent accidentally hurting the other party. After all, swords have no eyes, and a single careless move could lead to a tragedy.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." Farah giggled. She could naturally hear that Xing Feng was worried about her.

But in order to let Xing Feng fight with peace of mind, she added: "Although I majored in magic, I actually have some attainments in noble swordsmanship. So you better be careful."

After saying this, Farah gently lifted up her sword and swung it in an elegant and precise arc.

Like the salute between two dance partners before the waltz music starts, which means the duel has begun.

Xing Feng didn't expect that Farah would approach him directly with a sword in hand, as if she was confident of victory.

How could he dare to underestimate the enemy now? He quickly picked up his sword and got into a defensive stance.

Thanks to Cecilia's original teaching, although Xing Feng would not take the initiative to attack, he was confident that he could block Farah's attack if he just defended.

Emotions cannot be brought into a duel, as the performance of swordsmanship will be restricted by emotions, so he must take it seriously.

Xing Feng steadied his body and adjusted his breathing, paying attention to Farah's movements at all times, ready to predict in advance. As long as he could block the first wave of attack, he could quickly counterattack.

Xing Feng slowly stepped back and paced in a circle, changing his pace and sword-holding posture according to Sislia's instructions.

Looking at Xing Feng's alert and serious expression, Farah wanted to go up and knead his little face. His serious look was so adorable.

However, to deal with Xing Feng, who is like a little hedgehog, Farah naturally has a special way to subdue him.

As Farah slowly approached, Xing Feng did not dare to be careless at all. Sure enough, Farah suddenly moved and rushed forward, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Xing Feng's side.

Xing Feng had already seen through Farah's intention before she drew her sword, and quickly raised his sword to block.

But there was no sound of metal collision, and Farah moved half a body to the left like a ghost.

The offensive momentum changed instantly, turning into a fierce and swift blow.

The sword directly attacked Xing Feng's weakest left side.

"what!"

Breeze was lifted into the air with the sword blade. Xing Feng had not expected that the duel would end so suddenly. At the same moment, Xing Feng felt his lower body tilted and he fell to one side.

Then he was caught by Farah's hand and fell on his back on Farah's arms.

"You lose~" Farah stated the reality of Xing Feng's failure with a smile. She slowly knelt down and gently placed Xing Feng on her white thighs.

"I...I lost..." Xing Feng was stunned. He was defeated in an instant. It happened too suddenly.

The sky in front of me is half dark now, what's going on???

By the time Xing Feng reacted, he discovered that the black half of the sky was actually blocked by Farah's big breasts. He quickly tried to sit up in shame!

But before he could exert force with his waist, he was held down by Farah. He was completely unable to move and was forced to rest his head on Farah's soft legs.

"Fara! You...you promised that there would be no penalty if I lost!"

"Who said I was going to punish you?" There was a hint of provocation and mischief in Farah's tone, making it completely impossible to resist her charm.

Then a cotton swab with a soft white ball on the tip appeared in her hand.

"Although you lost, your courage is commendable and you've been rewarded." Farah blew on the white ball of fur and placed the cotton swab next to Xing Feng's ear.

"no, do not want..."

Farah looked at Xing Feng's blushing face and knew that he was being stubborn again, but she always had ways to deal with stubborn people.

Farah gently rubbed Xing Feng's ear with a cotton swab, and occasionally whispered in a soothing voice.

"It will be comfortable. I'm here for you. Now you just need to close your eyes, relax, and enjoy the moment~"

The cotton ball began to enter tentatively. Xing Feng's earlobe trembled slightly, and the rustling sound made his shoulders tremble slightly.

His throat couldn't help but let out a pleasant low moan, but it was quickly swallowed by Xing Feng.

...My ears...are itchy...

Feeling Farah's fingertips gently brushing against the sensitive auricle, a comfortable feeling spread throughout Xing Feng's body.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was carefully tending to a delicate flower.

And a feeling of warmth and happiness surged in Xing Feng's heart.

The two seemed to be a couple in love, feeling each other in the quiet garden.

"Let...let me go..." Xing Feng resisted weakly, but he was still struggling in his heart.

"No, now that I've caught you, I'm not going to let you go in this lifetime." Farah half closed her eyes and uttered the touching words of love again.

Although it was a bit overbearing, it was extremely sincere. Although Farah had said many similar love words in these days, none of them was as emotional as this one.

The shame in Xing Feng's heart was gradually melted away by Farah's tenderness.

In fact, he likes it very much... but because of that ridiculous dignity... he doesn't want to admit it.

His ears turned red with shame, and he blamed Farah in his heart for being such a bad person...

But...why did he no longer hate it in his heart since he didn't know when...

At this moment, there were no words between the two of them, only the gentle movements and smiling expressions brought their hearts closer to each other.

This simple and warm interaction made Xing Feng fully feel Farah's tenderness and affection, as if time had stopped at this moment, leaving only this beautiful warmth.

However, the next second,

A cold light appeared behind Farah, and the suffocating murderous aura instantly broke the tranquility.

There was a "pop" sound, and Farah's expression suddenly froze.

Xing Feng watched as an ice blade pierced through Farah's shoulder. The blood dripping from the tip of the blade was extremely scarlet and dazzling.

"Fara!!!!"

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Chapter 83? Almost eaten?

"Oh, I was careless." Farah smiled, and then without blinking, reached out and pulled the ice blade from her shoulder.

The penetrating wound was extremely horrific, and warm blood had already begun to flow out, flowing along the fair skin onto the clothes.

"Sorry, it looks like you'll have to wait a while before I can clean your ears." Farah slowly stood up and apologized to the dazed Xing Feng, then turned to face the woman with long light blue hair and black light armor.

"It's not a good habit to disturb other people's happiness, little mouse." Farah smiled coldly. She knew the identity of the visitor the moment she made her move.

Even though the black veil covered the lower half of her face, her ice-blue eyes and that special assassination method revealed everything about her.

The assassin who was responsible for handling the dirty work within the Holy See of Light had actually tracked him here.

But now that we've come to her territory, don't even think about going back.

The woman looked at Farah's shoulder and was surprised that the wound was not frostbitten.

The ice blades attached with Han Yan would spread rapidly along the blood vessels the moment they touched the flesh, and it would only take a few seconds to freeze the whole person into powder.

However, that attack of his directly penetrated his body, but it failed to spread out at all.

Farah, who is the third in the Holy Seat, is indeed a dangerous guy!

We must act quickly and decisively!

The woman stopped talking nonsense, and the moment the silver sword was unsheathed, it emitted a cold light.

Then, she disappeared from where she was and appeared in front of Farah in the blink of an eye, with a cold light piercing her neck.

The feeling of the sword tip entering the flesh was extremely clear, and she could feel the shock coming from her hand.

Got it!

But the next second, she suddenly realized that the perception was wrong.

Farah was standing beside her now, holding her wrist with one hand.

"Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving." Farah's dangerous smile set the woman's alarm bells ringing, and her body was desperately warning her to get away quickly.

The next second, the blood in countless blood vessels under the skin began to boil violently.

It was as if it had turned into countless knives and began to pierce from the inside out. The severe pain made her lose control of her arm in an instant.

The woman immediately gave up her defense, quickly tossed the blade away in mid-air, changed hands, and stabbed at Farah's eyes.

Farah leaned back and dodged the attack, but unfortunately gave the woman a chance to escape.

The woman quickly jumped away from Farah, then dodged and turned her target to Xing Feng who was standing beside her.

I saw her flying up to a thousand feet in speed, and was about to reach out and grab it.

The sword that suddenly flew up from the ground beside Xing Feng interrupted her intention and forced her to raise her sword to block.

The powerful force made her palms numb and she was knocked back.

The left arm was not suitable for fighting, and although the blow did not cause any damage, it made the woman realize that her chance was gone.

The sword blade protecting Xing Feng was floating in the air. The sword body exuded a strange scarlet color, like the red of a rose, and the faint fragrance was mixed with a barely detectable smell of blood.

That was not common nature magic, but a strange spell that could control blood.

Having failed twice, Farah has become completely serious.

Now that she has lost the feeling in her right arm, she can only wait for the next opportunity...

Although the woman felt regretful, she had no choice but to retreat.