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"Pavilion Master?" The girl raised her head and called after not hearing his voice for a long time.
As expected, the most interesting thing about this wooden face was the eyes. Qingyu An met Hei Tao after a long absence as he wished, and found it very interesting and laughed out loud.
Hearing his smile, Hei Tao fluctuated a bit. Qing Yuan raised his head and watched for a while. After taking a sip of tea, he said leisurely: "Want to go out for a trial? Why?"
"I'm short of money and want to take some orders." Even with these words, the girl said it calmly, just like her, kneeling there, unmoving.
The sapphire case sitting on his seat seemed to have heard some big joke. The originally ungraceful sitting posture made him laugh and lean on the case. "I'm short and you eat it, or am I short and you wear it?"
These words made the girl move her eyelashes. When she raised her eyes again, her words were still speechless, "Just think of me as saving money for you to die."
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On her birthday that year, she received blessings from several famous people on the killer list early in the morning. At noon, Qingyu Case summoned her to see them, and there was a bowl of longevity noodles on the table in the room.
She finished the bowl of noodles silently under Qing Yu'an's gaze. She thanked her and stood up, about to put the bowl away and leave. Unexpectedly, Qing Yu'an called her back and asked her, "Little kitten, do you have any wishes for your birthday?"
She was finally willing to raise her eyes and look at the sapphire case, "Yes," there seemed to be a trace of amusement on that wooden face, "My slave's wish is just to hand-sword the master of the pavilion."
Concept: A martial arts arena exclusively for young people.