Chapter 1787: Chapter 724: Zhao Ji’s Best Friend?
Seeing Zhao Ji, covered in dust and full of fighting spirit, and listening to her slightly concerned words.
Qiu Tu: .....
He recalled the past few days he spent with Yao Qin.
Almost suffocated by facial cleanser once, then had a wet body temptation with Yao Qin. Experienced Yao Qin’s eloquence, and was cuddled in her arms for several days.
Hmm, how should I put it? Qiu Tu felt that he wasn’t really that aggrieved.
At most, just a few days ago, his brother was scolded by Yao Qin until he foamed at the mouth, losing a lot of nutrients?
If you put it that way....
Thinking of this, Qiu Tu pouted and then suddenly lunged into Zhao Ji’s arms, "wah" and "cried" out loud.
"Sister Zhaoji, you’re finally here! You have no idea what I’ve been through these days!"
Hmm, while lunging into Zhao Ji’s arms, Qiu Tu did not forget to lift the disguise of the "Punishment Divine Domain".
He was originally very handsome, and the Third Order, Sixth Rank, and Heavenly God further optimized his body continuously.
This was the optimization of the World Law, making every aspect of his body change towards its most perfect state. This also made his appearance more deceptive.
A handsome man has a huge advantage in terms of relationships.
Just like now:
Seeing "Tang Lang" with his shifty eyes and timidly pouncing towards herself, even though Zhao Ji knew the person in front of her was Qiu Tu, she still twitched at the corners of her mouth, unable to resist the urge to draw her sword and slay the demon.
But when "Tang Lang" transformed back into the familiar, handsome appearance of Qiu Tu mid-air, she still felt a bit resistant, but was already somewhat hesitant.....
And in this moment of hesitation, Qiu Tu seized the opportunity to hug her tightly.
Zhao Ji’s body stiffened, her hand lifted the sword, and then..... slowly lowered it.
She glanced at Qiu Tu, who was clinging to her and "crying" pitifully, she opened her mouth several times, eventually sighed gently in her heart, then let Qiu Tu hold her.
Qiu Tu was almost entirely aware of Zhao Ji’s mental activity.
Internally, he couldn’t help but snicker, indeed, the child who cries gets the milk.
Thinking so, he hugged Zhao Ji tighter and even rubbed his face against Zhao Ji’s neck.
Zhao Ji: ....
Just like that, after letting Qiu Tu hold her for a while, Zhao Ji reached out and lightly tapped Qiu Tu’s waist. He immediately felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, as though he had lost all strength.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Ji gently slipped away from Qiu Tu’s embrace.
She adjusted her clothes, which had been crumpled by Qiu Tu, with a cold face, and then looked at Qiu Tu, saying coldly, "Stop pretending."
"I’m not unaware of your abilities."
"To achieve your goal, you might indeed suffer some grievances. But to say you’ve suffered major losses, it’s not to that extent."
"Moreover, during those times, you must have already calculated your enemies into a corner."
Saying this, Zhao Ji’s right hand slightly trembled, twirled the sword in a flourish, the long sword gently passed under Qiu Tu’s crotch, seemingly unintentionally, yet like a warning.
Qiu Tu felt a chill down there, quickly closed his legs, and used both hands to shield himself.
Amused, a hint of a smile flashed in Zhao Ji’s eyes, then she held her long sword upside-down, her gaze swept over the damaged "World Channel", a sense of realization stirring within her.
In a moment, she roughly pieced the entire situation together.
She looked at Qiu Tu, then asked, "Did you trick Yao Qin away? Then blow up the ’World Channel’?"
With Zhao Ji talking about serious matters, Qiu Tu also got back into proper form. He looked at Zhao Ji, speaking with no hint of embarrassment, "Yes."
"I don’t like putting my fate in other people’s hands. So, with a little trickery, I coaxed her away, then blew up the ’World Channel’."
"This way, even if your promotion was delayed, it’s sure to be in time."
Saying this, Qiu Tu looked at Zhao Ji, and then timely complimented, "But who would’ve thought Sister Zhaoji, you could advance so quickly."
"Indeed.... geniuses and ordinary people are on different timelines. What we spend months learning and practicing might be equivalent to just a few minutes for you."
Hearing Qiu Tu’s flattering words, Zhao Ji couldn’t help but glance at him sideways, coldly commenting, "Smooth talker."
However, after the comment, her lips slightly curled into a smile, as if indicating she was in a good mood.
Zhao Ji’s expression has always been very subtle, so her smile was fleeting, just like she was afraid of being seen by others.
After putting away her smile, she raised the hand holding the long sword, then began to inquire, "So.... are we not going to fight this battle?"
Upon hearing Zhao Ji’s words, Qiu Tu didn’t answer immediately.
He gestured with his hand, then said, "Let me think first."
Then he lowered his head, hand on his chin, his brain moving quickly.
While Qiu Tu was deep in thought, Zhao Ji’s beautiful eyes quietly rested on him.
The saying goes, "A focused man is the most handsome." It’s because when a man is concentrated on doing something, it’s often what they excel at. At these moments, their confidence and focus in that endeavor make their sexual tension reach its peak.
At this moment, Qiu Tu was exactly like that. With him being absorbed in plotting and strategizing, his whole being seemed to be glowing.
Even someone like Zhao Ji, with her icy demeanor, couldn’t help but be momentarily entranced by this sight.
After a moment, she came back to her senses, discreetly shifted her gaze away, pretending as if nothing had ever happened.
Immersed in thought, Qiu Tu didn’t notice Zhao Ji’s unusual behavior. His brain rapidly processed through the various possibilities of "fighting" or "not fighting".
