Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

Sitting on a stone chair, Ye Tingyun kicked the stones at her feet gloomily.

Because she hadn't eaten, her stomach started to growl.

This time without the instigation of others, Ye Tingyun gradually recalled the good things about Leng Busian.

"Humph."

There was no way to go on like this, so she snorted and stood up.

After thinking for a while, Ye Tingyun suddenly remembered something in her little head, and turned around and trotted into the laundry room in the backyard.

"Little beggar!"

Ye Tingyun used her hand as a megaphone and shouted inside as she ran:

"Little beggar! Where are you?"

No one responded, so she had to look back and forth angrily.

"Ignore me? If I find you, I'll beat you to death..."

After running to the laundry room and then to the yard where clothes were hung, Ye Tingyun saw a thin figure in the corner.

A young boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, sat huddled up against the wall in the corner. His cheeks were thin because he had not eaten for a long time, and his black hair was disheveled.

The clothes he was wearing were dirty and even a little torn.

"Hey! Little beggar!"

Tian Yusi opened his eyes and saw Ye Tingyun kicking towards him.

He had no strength to dodge and was kicked to the ground. His hands rubbed against the hard ground, causing a layer of skin to peel off and feel hot.

Seeing the young boy on the ground groaning in pain, Ye Tingyun, without a trace of regret or heartache, shouted at him: "Why are you pretending? Get up now!"

Tian Yusi didn't say anything. His pale face looked gloomy as always. He slowly climbed up, holding on to the wall.

Seeing that he was moving too slowly, Ye Tingyun kicked him again: "Hurry up!"

He leaned against the wall, his long bangs covering his entire face, with only his cold eyes showing through the gaps.

"Hey, you're so ugly..." Ye Tingyun couldn't help but complain.

Tian Yu Si lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing that he was still like this, Ye Tingyun put her hands on her hips and began to give orders.

"Since you have so much free time, I will give you a task..."

She propped up her chin and thought for a while. An embarrassed look flashed across her fair and pretty face. She coughed lightly:

"You should know how to get to Lingyun Peak, right? Even if you don't know, you have to know! Help me find a man named Leng Bumian at Lingyun Peak. He is easy to find. People at Lingyun Peak should know him. You can just ask him..."

"Oh!" She stomped her feet as if she was a little embarrassed. "Anyway! Just tell her that Senior Sister Tingyun was angry today. If you still want to make peace! Then bring his gift to me! Do you hear me?"

Seeing the thin man in front of him motionless and silent, Ye Tingyun yelled at him again: "Did you hear me?!"

Tian Yusi then nodded slowly without any emotion.

"Hmph!" Ye Tingyun snorted coldly and immediately turned and left.

Tian Yusi stood there, watching the girl disappear from his sight.

It was a long time before he took a step forward.

Every step he took was trembling, and he felt as if he would fall at any time, but he did not stop and moved towards Lingqing Peak step by step.

Until the sunset...

……

"Brother, I heard that Master has taught you another set of sword techniques? Can you show it to me?"

Wu Yang stared at Wang Zi expectantly, his eyes shining.

Wang Zi glanced at him and stood up slowly: "Okay."

He drew out the spiritual sword that was leaning against the side, and swung the hilt beautifully in his slender white hand.

Seeing the young man's romantic and suave appearance, Wu Yang was fascinated: "Senior brother has become more and more handsome recently..."

Yan Ting, who was standing by, nodded slightly and quickly agreed: "It looks good..."

Wu Yang glanced at the thin Yan Ting, and after a few "tsk" sounds, he patted Yan Ting on the shoulder: "Speaking of Xiao Liu, don't we usually stuff you with so much food? Why don't you grow taller?"

Yan Ting was stunned and said dejectedly: "I don't know..."

He also wanted to be as tall as Senior Brother Bu Mian...

"Ah..." Wu Yang sighed, "It's okay, Senior Brother will let you eat more next time, don't be discouraged."

"Yeah!" Yan Ting nodded vigorously.

The two of them moved their eyes to Wang Zi.

The light-colored robe fluttered in the wind, the delicate belt showed off the boy's slender waist, and his high ponytail swayed with his movements.

The sword in the boy's hand seemed to be integrated with himself. Every time he swung the sword, a cold wind was raised, making the leaves rustle.

Wu Yang and Yan Ting were stunned for a moment.

While Wang Zi was waving his sword, he noticed the rustling sound at the door.

It was a sound of footsteps that I had never heard before, mixed with a disturbing fluctuation of magical power.

His vigilance made him take a step towards the door, and the tip of the sword was immediately aimed at the man's neck.

"Who?"

Wang Zi said coldly, and then met a pair of dark and gloomy eyes.

His shriveled body seemed exhausted, and when the sword was against his neck, he was calm and motionless.

As if dying now wouldn't matter.

God is so generous?

Why is he here?

But it’s really great that I don’t have to go to them myself.