This villain, please exercise some restraint.

"..."

"Ah Qiao?"

"Mian"'s eyes dimmed and she lowered her eyelashes.

If this name hadn't been mentioned again, he would have forgotten about this puppet that he had sealed on the second floor of the Ten Thousand Gu Tower.

"Yes, I want to see her, even if only for a moment."

The half-kneeling boy raised his head, with a pale expression on his face, but there was a sense of... stubbornness around him that no one could ignore.

"No."

"Mian" refused directly. His voice was not loud, but it made Jian's heart flow, and in an instant, he sank to the bottom.

It was not that he was unaware of the disappointment that seemed to overflow the young man in front of him for a moment, but... so what?

He didn't care at all. He could identify some human emotions, but he couldn't empathize with them.

Therefore, if you are disappointed, you will be disappointed, and if you are sad, you will be sad. He will not give half an answer to this.

Today, on the first floor of Ten Thousand Gu Tower, with the nourishment brought by the last action, the insects have begun to compete and devour. It is unrealistic to bring swords to that kind of place, and... it may also lead to unintended consequences.

"why?"

With his lips trembling, Jianliu asked with some persistence, "Sometimes I wonder, do you still like Sister Aqiao? Or, in fact, you just use Sister Aqiao as a... tool."

"...You're just trying to use her!"

Jianliu stood up suddenly, and his eyes that slowly became sharp were directed towards the crimson figure standing on the high step.

When the words came out, Jianliu himself was stunned. He usually buried these speculations deep in his heart, but at this moment, for some reason, he blurted them out.

Still... still in this tone...

"Mian" looked over from a high place with his light eyes. He put down the teacup in his hand and said nothing, but it made the young man feel cold and weak in his heart.

It is true that he has now become the sword chief of the Sword Sect, and what he is facing now is the... previous sword chief of the Sword Sect.

With the passing of the leader of the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect is now without a leader. The person on the throne, and "Mian" who is quite optimistic about the sect leader, takes over. This is the most correct choice for almost all the disciples of the Sword Sect.

He had thought so before. After coming to the Martial Arts League, although "Mian"'s appearance and temperament had changed slightly from what he remembered, he would still teach him swordsmanship and point out the way he did when he was in the Sword Sect. A flaw in the swordsmanship.

Nothing seems to have changed, except... the existence that has always worried "Mian" seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

She disappeared from "Mian"'s words and disappeared from "Mian"'s actions. It seemed that... such an existence that he thought would be deeply imprinted on "Mian"'s soul... disappeared.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness. He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he really felt it.

It turns out... the sincere and long-lasting love between "Mian" and sister Aqiao that he had always believed in could not withstand the erosion of time and the fading of time.

"You... have changed. Why have you never mentioned Sister Aqiao? She shouldn't be forgotten by you. Instead... you always put that guy who suddenly appeared in a very important position. "

"He was born from an immortal race, even if he dies——"

Jianliu's words were stopped by an extremely low cold drink.

"Enough! Kenryu!"

"Mian", dressed in red, had arrived in front of him before he knew it, and his slender fingers grabbed Jianliu's throat.

Now as long as he thinks about it, as long as his fingertips move slightly, the person in his hand will be killed instantly.

Surprise flashed across the face of the young man carrying the sword, and then he closed his eyes, looking like he was being slaughtered.

He once thought about the gap between him and "Mian", but now it seems that it is just a gap in physical skills, which is not small.

"Jianliu, you don't understand, you don't understand at all... Of course, I don't think you will understand either."

"However, what I want to tell you is that this time I will pretend that I didn't hear what you said. If you say it again next time, I think you should be disciplined."

"Don't try to piss me off."

He put his hand on his neck and took it away. Fresh air poured into his nose. The young man bowed embarrassedly and took two sharp breaths.

"Jianliu retires."

Gritting his teeth, he turned away.

But when he opened the door of the hall and saw the boy with short white hair walking towards him, confusion and disgust still flashed across his eyes.

It's just...this guy seems to have completely replaced Sister Aqiao's... position in the alliance leader's mind.

He didn't understand why "Mian" valued this guy so much. He had neither done anything nor paid anything for "Mian".

What's more... he doesn't have any superb martial arts, and he doesn't even have the slightest talent for martial arts...

So, what does the leader of the alliance see in this guy?

Could it be... could it be that face that is still passable?

Shaking his head, Jianliu didn't want to think about it anymore... He didn't want to think that the leader of the alliance was a vulgar existence...

It's just that as soon as this guy entered the Wulin League, he easily gained the attention and favor of "Mian". Even before this, he had never seen this guy.

Exactly...why?

Jianliu couldn't figure it out, but his gaze was not concealed.

Shi Si faced this line of sight and slowly walked up to the young man with the sword behind him. He looked at the person in front of him silently for a moment and then suddenly smiled.

"You seem... very malicious to me."

Although it was a question, his tone was full of determination.

The boy with the sword behind him didn't say anything, but gave the guy in front of him a fierce look and left quickly.

For some unknown reason, he didn't want to exchange even a single sentence with this ridiculously lucky guy from the player race.

After staring at that back figure for a while, the boy with short white hair finally looked away after it completely disappeared from sight.

"Mian" had quietly come to his side. Seeing the people next to him looking over, the corners of his lips slightly curved subconsciously.

"The people under your command seem to have strong opinions on me."

Shi Si glanced at the boy in red and said.

"So...how does father plan to punish him?"

"Mian" smiled, but did not make any excuse for it. He directly handed over the disposal power to the person beside him.

"Well... let's just kill him."

"The malice towards me is so obvious. I don't have the patience to play those tricks with him where the protagonists turn enemies into friends. I think it's the easiest way to make him disappear forever."

When the young man in red heard the words, the smile on his lips did not diminish. He didn't even pause for a moment and directly chose to agree.

"Then...as you wish."

"It just so happens that my bugs also lack some food-"

The words "Mian" were interrupted by Shi Si.

Regarding the "sleep" method, Shi Si was actually a little surprised.

He knew that "Mian" would agree, but he didn't expect that it would be so straightforward and without blinking.

It's really... boring.

"After all, he is also your capable subordinate, because the words of an outsider, killing as soon as he is told, are too chilling."

The white-haired boy crossed his arms, looked in the direction the boy left, and commented lightly.

He seemed to...probably knew who the follower was. That look, that look, mixed with disgust and reluctance, was too similar.