I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

The older one is Jingliu, and the younger one is Xiaoliu. He calls him "Master" while flirting with the girl.

Isn't this just taking advantage of both mother and daughter?

March 7th was dumbfounded: "Mother and daughter... you mean both? Where did you learn that phrase?"

"Black Tower Space Station," a crew member mentioned during a chat.

Xing remained expressionless. "I thought the word was good, so I memorized it."

"What a great word!" March 7th blushed.

"Besides, Jingliu and Xiaoliu might not necessarily be mother and daughter! They might be sisters!"

"Trying to win over both sisters is even more difficult." Xing nodded. "As expected of him."

On March 7th, indignant, she didn't reply and quickened her pace, lifting Danheng's leg.

Fu Xuan glanced at Jing Yuan, then at the mess scattered everywhere, and said expressionlessly:

"I will return to the Imperial Apothecary first."

General, please write down today's events in a report and submit it before dawn tomorrow.

"Fu Qing," Jing Yuan turned his head, his smile carrying a hint of pleading, "Can't you write it for me?"

"Write it for you?" Fu Xuan sneered.

"What should I write for you? General Luofu and the Star Core Hunter are fighting in the street."

The God of Night appears, the Dragon Lord transforms into a fox, and the Dragon Masters collectively become mentally impaired?

"If this memorial is submitted, the marshal will execute you first."

"If that's what you wrote, I could still offer some explanation."

Jingyuandao.

"You have to take responsibility for your own mistakes."

Fu Xuan flicked his sleeve, walked to the door, and then paused.

"I will be watching you."

However, regarding tonight's matter, concerning the train crew, perhaps less detail should be included.

When Fu Xuan said this, his eyes were looking out the door, and his tone was very serious.

Jing Yuan, however, sensed something else. She said "Oh," deliberately drawing out the last syllable:

"Fu Qing, didn't you just tell me to write the truth?"

Why are you pleading for the train crew now? Is it for the train crew, or for a specific individual?

Fu Xuan immediately turned around, her voice filled with feigned anger:

"Jingyuan! Stop your nonsense. I'm just stating the facts."

The Starry Sky Train is, after all, a guest. To include a guest in the case file and spread it would damage Luofu's hospitality.

Don't take people's kindness for granted.

"So it was out of kindness." Jing Yuan nodded, his smile growing even wider.

“I appreciate your kindness, Fu Qing.”

Don't worry, the train crew won't be mentioned in the report tonight.

Especially at night, I absolutely will not write about it.

Fu Xuan wanted to explain something, but Jing Yuan's smile was really an eyesore.

She simply snorted and turned away.

……

Seeing that things were not going well, Bai Lu also ran away.

She was originally peeking around at the gate of the courtyard, trying to find out where Jingliu and the others lived.

When he turned around, he saw Fu Xuan coming out with a dark face, and then he saw Jing Yuan still standing in the courtyard laughing.

That smile was unsettling no matter how you looked at it.

She flicked her tail and immediately darted to the corner, slipping away close to the wall.

"I've learned too many secrets tonight. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll be silenced."

She ran while muttering to herself, her fox ears tucked low.

So, only two people remained in the courtyard.

Jing Yuanhe Ren.

One had white hair, the other had black hair.

A general, a star core hunter.

Both were dressed in women's clothing and stood amidst the mess on the ground.

Jing Yuan glanced at Ren first.

Ren also glanced at Jing Yuan.

The two of them just stared at each other.

Under the moonlight, a person with delicate features and a smile between their brows.

One had a cold, frosty expression, yet there was still some grime on his cheeks that he hadn't wiped off.

Then, I don't know who couldn't hold back first.

"puff."

Jing Yuan turned his head away, his shoulders shaking.

Ren also stopped having a cold expression; the corners of his mouth stiffly curved upwards for a moment, then quickly suppressed them.

……

Meanwhile, in another place

Walter kicked away half a broken tile on the roadside and roared to the sky:

"You bastard! Otto the dog! Where have you been?!"

His roar echoed through the alley.

"If I catch you, you're dead!"

Chapter 200 Drawing the Sword

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puff."

Jingyuan turned his head away.

She could have held back, but the way Ren looked like he wanted to laugh but was desperately trying to suppress it was really rare.

Jing Yuan couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Ren asked sternly.

"No, it's just that it feels really strange for the two of us to be standing together like this."

Jing Yuan waved his hand, his white hair trembling with laughter.

"You're the strange one," Ren said seriously.

Jing Yuan laughed even harder, abandoning all pretense of generalship, and leaned to the side slightly.

"Okay, I'm curious. So what are you now? You've become so beautiful, what should I call you?"

Blade ignored her.

Jing Yuan took another step closer, lowered his voice, and chuckled:

"How about I call you Sister Blade from now on?"

"Anyway, if you keep calling me 'brother' in your current state, it'll scare people if word gets out."

"you dare."

"Sister Ren."

"Jing Yuan!"

Ren made a move to kick her, but Jing Yuan nimbly dodged backward.

In the empty courtyard, the two chased each other, like two truant girls playing around.

Finally, even Blade couldn't hold back anymore, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards, revealing a smile.

"This is insane." Blade shook his head. "Over eight hundred years old, and you're here playing with me."

"Who isn't?"

Jingyuan leaned against the broken wall next to him and looked up at the sky.

“I’m over a thousand years old, and I’m still standing here playing like this.”

If word gets out, Luo Fu will probably be finished.

Blade didn't reply, but leaned down next to her.

Two beautiful girls stood side by side in front of the broken wall.

The wind blew by, tangling their long hair together, black interspersed with white, like night and dawn entangled.

“Jing Yuan,” Ren suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

"Do you think we can change back to our current state?"

Jing Yuan turned his head to look at her: "Do you want to change back?"

"nonsense."

"I think it's not bad at all."

Ren glanced sideways: "Are you sick?"

Jingyuan smiled slyly.

"How novel! I've experienced what it's like to be a mascot."

The blade remained silent.

After a long while, she finally said:

"I'm not used to it. Every morning when I look in the mirror, I feel like I've become a completely different person."

“You haven’t seen enough yet,” Jing Yuan said. “Once you’ve seen enough, you’ll find it pleasing to the eye.”

"It will never be pleasing to the eye."

"That's easy. I'll ask Qi Ye later to see if there's any alternative to this light cone."

Maybe I can turn you back to normal.

What if there isn't one?

"Then just accept your fate, Sister Ren."

Jingyuan patted her on the shoulder.

Blade slapped her hand away:

"roll."

Jing Yuan smiled and withdrew his hand.

As Ren straightened up, his clothes slipped down another half inch.

She glanced down, too lazy to even tidy herself up this time, casually tightened her belt, and walked away.