4240 Chapter 4240 kindness (asking for a monthly pass)
Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this, especially Master Ouyang. He thought to himself, why didn’t he know about this ancestral motto?
If people don’t offend me, I won’t offend them. If people offend me, I’ll take their dog lives? The first three sentences were decent, but why was the last sentence so off-key?
After Yun Chujiu finished her harsh words, she strolled down the high platform. This time, she didn’t have to shout, so everyone gave her a path.
What a joke! They didn’t dare to not make a path for her. This fellow was still carrying that big bloody kitchen knife!
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The host looked at Yun Chujiu’s elegant back with a dumbfounded expression. How did this sword tasting turn into killing?
He looked at Island Master Qi and the others in the VIP seats. was this matter going to end like this? Just kill her?
Island Master Qi and the others didn’t say anything. With their cultivation, they could naturally tell that he hongquan was the first to have the intention to kill. He deserved to die!
The leader of the nine pavilions this time was an elder surnamed Zhu. His eyes flickered a few times and he said with a smile, “The nameless sword sect is really impressive. An inner sect disciple is so tyrannical. It’s really an eye-opener.”
Master Ouyang snorted coldly, “Yun Chujiu was just defending herself. How can she be impressive? Let alone tyrannical.”
Elder Zhu sneered and did not say anything.
Yun Chujiu swaggered back to the wonton stall. The old couple no longer had their previous calmness. Their legs were still trembling when they looked at them carefully.
Yun chujiu could not help but laugh, “Old man, I am not a demon who kills people. Why Are You So Afraid of Me? ! Come, let’s continue talking.”
The Old Man and Old Lady were about to cry!
Aren’t you a demon that kills people? ! You just killed one person, alright? !
Although there were deaths and injuries in the previous sword technique conference, it was usually the later competitions that had occasional failures. However, this was the first time someone had died in the sword technique conference.
In particular, this little girl gave people the impression that she was a naive and innocent little girl. Who would have thought that she would become a female demon that kills people in the blink of an eye? !
The old man said dryly, “Aunt, little fairy, please have a seat. We, we are going to make wontons.”
Yun chujiu could not help but roll her eyes. Well, it seemed that she was really scared. Otherwise, she would not have turned from a “Little girl”to a “Little Fairy.”.
She scooped a bowl of wonton soup herself and drank it slowly.
The old couple saw that there was nothing unusual about her, so they relaxed a little and continued to make wontons.
Although there was such an interlude in the sword tasting competition on the stage, it still went on. However, everyone was a little dispirited. After all, they were used to eating big fish and big meat, so who would be interested in plain porridge and small dishes? !
When it was close to noon, there were more customers at the snack stall. Only then did Yun chujiu get up and prepare to leave.
Although the old couple still had lingering fears, the old man still asked Yun Chujiu to come over when she was free.
Yun chujiu smiled and her heart suddenly warmed up. Sometimes, a kindness from a stranger often made people feel even warmer.
Not long after Yun Chujiu walked out, Qu Fang came over. “Junior Sister Yun, you were too awesome on the stage! You were really amazing.”
Yun chujiu couldn’t be bothered with this pervert. She found an empty space, took out a recliner, and lay down on it. She closed her eyes to rest.
Qu Fang rubbed his hands and hesitated for a moment before saying, “Junior Sister Yun, you are extremely intelligent, you have unparalleled wisdom, you are beautiful and intelligent, you are devastatingly beautiful, you are peerless…”
“Speak English!”
“UM, can you think of a way for me to meet her?”Qu Fang said with a red face.
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