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

Jingyuan leaned against the broken wall without saying anything, simply watching her leave.

Ren walked to the courtyard gate, paused for a moment, and turned his head to the side.

"Jingyuan".

"Ok?"

"I won't hesitate when we meet again next time."

Jing Yuan smiled:

"Okay, but next time, I'll be there for you."

Ren gave her a cold look, didn't say anything more, and strode into the alley.

Jingyuan kept looking in the direction she disappeared.

After a long while, she slowly withdrew her gaze, looked down at her palm, and murmured:

"It seems that light cone really worked. The blade can now be restored to a state where it can be used as a joke."

She smiled, a mixture of emotion and an indescribable emptiness.

Jing Yuan stood there for a moment, then finally sighed resignedly and walked towards the Shence Mansion.

the other side

Qi Ye followed Jing Liu from Dan Ding Si towards Xing Cha Hai.

I walked along the road, wanting to speak several times, but then swallowing my words back.

He felt a little guilty facing Jingliu in this state.

"Master."

He finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

"What?" Jingliu didn't turn around.

"When...when will you change back?"

Jingliu paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

"To be turned into a child, to be manipulated and fooled at your will?"

Qi Ye's heart tightened, and a chill ran down her spine:

"Master, what are you saying! I was just playing along!"

How could I dare to mess with you!

With all my courage, I only dared to touch Bailu's fox ears, and she even chased after me and beat me up!

“White Dew’s fox ears,” Jing Liu repeated, his tone flat. “You certainly know how to pick.”

"No, that's not the point. I mean, I have absolutely no disrespect for my master!"

Jingliu finally turned around and looked at him.

Qi Ye immediately shut up, stood at attention, and stood like a student being punished.

“I don’t need you to worry,” Jingliu said.

"You just need to mind your own business."

"I'm just worried about you. You're sometimes big and sometimes small, what if the demonic possession flares up again?"

Jingliu ignored him and continued walking forward.

The two walked one after the other through several alleys and turned into a square.

This square is usually busiest at night, with storytellers, street performers, and night vendors keeping the commotion going until the wee hours.

Tonight, all that's left are some uncollected incense and paper ash on the ground, probably left by people who worshipped the gods during the day.

"Master, look, there's no one here."

Qi Ye caught up with him and whispered, "What are we doing here?"

The mirror stopped in the center of the square.

She turned around to face Qi Ye, a few strands of her silver hair were blown by the wind, and moonlight slid down her shoulders.

"Draw your sword."

Qi Ye was stunned: "What?"

"Draw your sword."

Qi Ye subconsciously reached behind her waist.

After searching for a while, I found nothing.

“Master, I don’t have a sword.” He chuckled dryly. “You know I sell light cones, I don’t wield swords.”

Jingliu looked at him without any change in expression.

"You are a swordsman, yet you have no sword at all. It seems you have forgotten my teachings."

She raised her right hand, and a chill emanated from her palm.

An ice sword materialized in the blink of an eye, its blade reflecting the moonlight, making it extremely beautiful.

"Then, right here, I'll punish you."

The words fell.

The ice sword drew a silver arc, slashing straight at Qiye's face.

Qi Ye's body moved faster than her mind, and she twisted her waist to barely dodge it.

The sword energy grazed his ear and sliced ​​the stone brick behind him in two.

"Master! Wait! You're just going to attack like that? How can I fight you without a sword!"

Jingliu didn't answer, but instead swung his sword horizontally again.

Qi Ye scrambled to hide behind a lamppost, his ice sword striking the pillar and sending stone chips flying.

"Why are you hiding?"

Jingliu, sword in hand, approached step by step, his silver hair fluttering like frost in the moonlight.

"Master! I was wrong, I was wrong!"

I'm going to the blacksmith's shop tomorrow to have ten swords made!

No, a hundred! All on my person! They'll jingle as I walk! Is that alright?!

"A swordsman's sword is valued for its constant companionship, not for its clanging sound."

Mirror Flow slashed down with his sword.

Qi Ye rolled to the side, grabbed a broken lamppost from the ground, and barely managed to block the third sword.

The ice sword pressed down on him, and the cold air crept up his wrist and arm, making his whole body almost numb with cold.

"Master... Master... this pole is going to break..."

"Then let's break it off."

"If I break it, what will I use to block it!"

"Use your light cone," Jingliu said calmly.

"Aren't you selling light cones? What, you need someone to protect you even to defend yourself?"

Qi Ye was enraged by this remark. He gritted his teeth, pushed the lamppost upwards, and jumped back a step.

"Master, are you teaching me a lesson?"

"I'm seeing how much skill you still have left."

Jingliu attacked again, his sword strikes even faster than before.

Qi Ye dodged left and right, narrowly escaping being hit several times, looking as pathetic as a mouse being chased by a cat.

"If I still had the ability, would I let someone kill me forty-seven times at will!"

Chapter 201 The bet is established

As soon as Qiye finished shouting those words, Jingliu's sword suddenly stopped.

As the moonlight shone down, Qi Ye saw Jing Liu's face and her heart sank.

Those red eyes were staring straight at him, their expression filled with shock.

"What did you say?"

"You were... hacked to death forty-seven times?"

Qi Ye's heart tightened.

"No, no! Master, I just said it offhand!"

"I'm much tougher, you know that. I never think before I speak."

Before he could finish speaking, Jingliu was already deaf to his words.

She put down her sword, and the ice sword slipped from her hand, crashing to the ground and shattering into a pile of silvery-white ice shards.

Her breathing began to become erratic.

"Forty-seven times...forty-seven times..."

She lowered her head, her silver hair slipping down her shoulders and obscuring half of her face.

“My disciple has died forty-seven times…”

Qi Ye was a little dumbfounded.

He had never seen Jingliu look like this before.

Even when she turned back into a child, at most she would just be angry with a cold face, or kick him.

Unlike now, I feel like my whole body is about to shatter, and I can't even stand up straight.

"Master? Master! Don't scare me!"

Qi Ye hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to help her.

"That's all in the past! I'm doing just fine!"

Seriously! Pinch me, and you'll see I scream, cry out in pain, and even eat three bowls of rice!

Jingliu ignored him and continued muttering:

“I failed to protect my disciple again… forty-seven times… each time, I wasn’t there…”

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible, with only her lips moving.

Under the moonlight, a chill began to rise from her body.

Qi Ye felt a chill run down his spine.

"Oh my god! Master! I thought you were almost fully recovered!"

"It's relapsed! You should turn into a child! It wouldn't be so scary if you were a child!"

He was so anxious that he spun around in place, then suddenly remembered that he still had the "Mirror of Reversal".

Without thinking much, he started it directly.

A halo appeared above Qi Ye's head.

"Calm down, calm down, calm down... Master, your disciple is alive and well!"

I don't know which mirror had the effect.

It was his shouting that woke everyone up, and the chill emanating from Jing Liu slowly dissipated.

She looked up, her expression still somewhat blank, but her eyes had cleared a bit.

"What...did you just say?"

I said I was hungry!