Li Xiuning glanced at Cheng Yaojin and the others. There was both curiosity and scrutiny in his eyes.
Finally, it came back to Yang Qian.
"Your senior brother?"
Yang Qian nodded and was about to speak when Li Xiuning frowned unsatisfied and shook his head slowly.
Shameless Cheng Yaojin: "???"
Fengshen Junyi Yang Xiaoqian: "!!!"
Looking at this aloof woman who occupied Li Shimin's desk and sat down peacefully, her spine straight as if there was no one around.
Cheng Yaojin, the old goblin, immediately lost his hair and bulged his eyes.
"Ouch, I, Old Cheng, have such a bad temper... Mrs. Li, what do you mean by shaking your head? Are you looking down on me, Old Cheng?"
Li Shimin, who grinned and rubbed his head for a long time, declared with a look on his face that he was worried about the world being in chaos.
"My sister is not looking down on you, she means that you are of average ability and are no match for her."
Li Xiuning nodded calmly and acknowledged his brother's message.
"!!!" Yang Qian's whole body felt bad.
Little sister, can you please stop making trouble? What is the difference between this and looking down on me?
"I admire your sister very much, she has good taste." Xu Shiji, who was standing by and watching, nodded seriously.
"Lao Xu, it's none of your business, can you shut up?"
Yang Qian felt a headache and wanted to stuff Xu Shiji's big mouth with chicken bones that had been spat on the ground.
This is nothing less than adding fuel to the fire.
Luo Shixin laughed so much that he fell to the ground, just like a Chinese field dog pouting for food.
Cheng Yaojin laughed, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He twisted his neck, and the violent sound of a string of bones sounded.
"Heroine, is it true that your opponent relies not on eyes but on gestures? How about we have a few rounds?"
Li Xiuning raised her eyes and looked at Yang Qian without saying anything, but the meaning was very clear.
"Junior brother, what's going on?" Cheng Yaojin's nostrils were almost filled with sparks as he glared at Yang Qian.
Yang Qian looked up at the sky in despair. "Okay, but wait a minute, I'll have someone find some wooden guns."
"I don't have to, what about you?" Li Xiuning shook his head and stood up.
"Old Cheng, I have no objection. Old Niu, bring me my axe." Cheng Yaojin chuckled and backed away slowly.
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Holding his big Xuanhua ax, he stood in the empty courtyard where leeks used to be planted, but now only the roots of leeks remain.
Li Xiuning pursed her lips and looked at Cheng Yaojin, who was standing in the empty courtyard and slowly began to dance the giant axe.
"Whoever brings a weapon, please lend it to me."
Luo Shixin quickly stretched his neck and shouted.
"Sister, what do you want to use? I use a gun, Brother Xu uses a double sword, and Brother Niu uses a phoenix-mouth knife."
"Anything is fine." Li Xiuning's tone was as if he was talking about something insignificant.
Luo Shixin took his point steel gun very happily and handed it over with both hands respectfully.
"Then use mine, come on, little sister, you must defeat him and let him suck the tip of my spear..."
"..." Li Xiuning glanced at Luo Shixin and placed the chopsticks he had just picked up on the edge of the bowl.
He picked up the steel gun with one hand and walked towards the field.
"Sister, do you want to cover the food to keep it warm?" Li Shimin, his biological brother, was quite concerned about his sister.
"No, just come back." Li Xiuning seemed as normal and calm as throwing a bag of garbage at the door.
Seeing this scene, Cheng Yaojin, who was holding the Xuanhua axe, almost had the blood vessels in his forehead explode with anger (╬￣ Pan￣).
"Wow, ah, ah, ah, Lao Cheng is so angry. You woman, don't blame me for not letting you."
Cheng Yaojin roared wildly and ran forward.
The ribbon of light and whistling sound brought by the Xuanhua ax in his hand instantly filled the ears of everyone in the courtyard.
"Look at the ax!!??..." Cheng Yaojin held the ax in both hands and struck it down with all his strength.
It was as if he saw a bright silver light bursting out from before his eyes, causing him to subconsciously narrow his eyes.
Cheng Yaojin felt as if the heavy ax in his hand had been hit at the tail with millions of sledgehammers.
Xu Shiji's eyes shone brightly, and he stood up suddenly without keeping his posture of watching.
Cheng Yaojin maintained the position of holding the ax with both hands as he was trying to chop Huashan, and he slashed forward with all his strength.
However, his hands barely reached the middle of his head and he was about to exert force forward.
The spear in Li Xiuning's hand was so accurate that it hit the tail of Cheng Yaojin's ax steadily and continuously.
His hands were numb from the shock, and the Xuanhua ax flew away...
Therefore, all that was chopped off were empty hands, until Cheng Yaojin stared blankly at his numb hands.
Only then did he hear the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from behind him, and Cheng Yaojin, who was still in a half-crouched position, lowered his head.
From between his legs, he saw his Xuanhua axe.
Cheng Yaojin: "..."
Yang Qian looked refreshed and sighed softly while stroking his palms.
"In ancient times, Guan Yun Chang warmed wine and beheaded Hua Xiong, but now Li Xiuning puts down his chopsticks and bites gold..."
"Okay, Miss Sister is so awesome, Miss Sister is so powerful!" Luo Shixin raised his fist enthusiastically.
Li Xiuning stood calmly on the spot, Gu Jing Bubo's eyes fixed on Cheng Yaojin in front of him. "Continue?"
Cheng Yaojin, who wanted to pick up the ax and continue, heard this, but was embarrassed to continue shamelessly.
He exhaled a breath of turbidity. Although his face was full of frustration, he was still a happy person after all.
"Ms. Li is amazing. Old Cheng is convinced and convinced..."
"You're welcome." Li Xiuning nodded, twirling the steel gun in his hand and looking over with unfulfilled interest.
"Xu is not talented, but he also wants to ask Mrs. Li for advice." Xu Shiji stepped forward and bowed solemnly to Li Xiuning.
"Come on." Li Xiuning nodded slightly and slowly pointed the gun tip at Xu Shiji.
"Old Xu, that thing of yours that looks like an embroidery needle, use more force, huh..." Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but ridiculed after losing for a while.
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Xu Shiji's face turned dark. "Fuck you, I'll come back to settle the score with you." As he spoke, he showed off his weapon.
Yang Qian saw Xu Shiji's personal weapons for the first time, which were actually a pair of daggers less than two feet tall.
Xu Shiji, who has his hands in his hands all day long, like a lazy man squatting on the roadside, revealed his fierce side.
The moment he revealed his swords, Xu Shiji jumped into the air like a mantis with springs on its legs.
The sharp swords in both hands stabbed Li Xiuning's shoulder and back from a tricky angle at the front of the spear.
Ding! Ding!
There were two crisp sounds that were so clear and sweet that it made people feel calm. Xu Shiji felt as if he had been struck by electricity, and his whole body felt a little higher.
Below, Li Xiuning jumped back with a graceful gesture, and the gun in his hand was like lightning, and there were two more dings...
Xu Shiji groaned and flew several steps sideways. Then he somersaulted and squatted three steps behind Li Xiuning.
Xu Shiji, who was already empty-handed, stood up slowly with a pale face and saluted Li Xiuning.
"Ms. Li is amazing, Xu admires her."
Putting his hands back into his sleeves, he tried his best to maintain a cool and calm expression and walked towards his position.
"Yo yo yo... Lao Xu, where is your sword?"
Cheng Yaojin, who shouted rap tunes, rushed over with a look of joy on his face. "Ding ding ding ding..."
"Bite your ass! Get out!" How could Xu Shiji's chic and calm image be maintained?
He straightened his face and kicked this bastard who was smiling a hundred paces at a time.
ps: Thank you to my book friend Maple Leaf (Ding Ding). No matter how cruel the process is, I need everyone’s recommendation and collection support. I’m so cute and asking for recommendations and collections.