Legend of Sword King

4Cheng Qing had no choice but to admit that these two jars of strong wine were indeed not ordinary. They were probably treasured by Yang Ruoxi, so she was exceptionally energetic.    3

    

Yang Ruoxi's white face turned red. She stared at Cheng Qing blankly, and before she could say anything, she burped. She had a somewhat conflicted expression on her face, probably thinking about the wording. Perhaps she was thinking about something similar to Chen Qing's level of literary talent back in the Star Condensation Pavilion?    

    

However, this kind of meticulous work obviously wasn't suitable for Yang Ruoxi. She held herself back for a while but still couldn't come up with a clue, which annoyed her so much that she grabbed a few strands of her hair as if she was going crazy.    

    

Cheng Qing's laughter seemed to ease the awkwardness, Yang Ruoxi stared at him, and was finally able to speak: "Actually, I'm a very simple person, I don't have any ink in my stomach, and I don't even have a curled up intestines. "Although I've been fighting in the martial arts world for many years, people always say that I have not made any progress and have never been able to observe my words or show my intentions."    

    

"When I was at the small pavilion, I thought that if there was no backer, it would be hard to do so, so I sent a bag of spirit stones to Vice Commander Lin of the city." "Yes, you're right. A bag full of spirit stones is not some special day, after meeting her, I threw it to her without any face talk."    

    

Chen Qing's smile no longer held any trace of ridicule. Of course he knew that with Yang Ruoxi's personality, she wouldn't be able to figure it out any further. It was not easy for such a person to live.    

    

Yang Ruoxi picked up the jar and drank for a while, then wiped her mouth and continued, "I come from a normal family, my ancestors never gave birth to cultivators, and I don't know why things would be different for me. He only remembered that when he was ten years old, he was bullied by a bunch of hooligans one afternoon and beat them up in anger. "After the beating, he realized that he was extraordinarily strong and his speed was extremely fast. Thus, he muddle-headedly stepped into the door of cultivation."    

    

Saying this, Yang Ruoxi suddenly stopped and was shocked on her own.    

    

After a long while, she scratched her messy hair and said with vexation: "Why am I saying all this, there doesn't seem to be anything worth saying …"    

    

She did not make herself clear, but stared at Chen Qing and asked, "Do you understand what I mean?"    

    

Of course Cheng Qing understood, he said, "You want me to know more about you, to know your past, to know your temperament, to know your background, and to know what kind of person you are."    

    

Yang Ruoxi excitedly slapped on the table, almost sending the jar of wine flying, "Yes, that's what you mean!"    

    

Cheng Qing looked at her with gentle eyes, full of love and pity. "Now I know."    

    

Yang Ruoxi was startled once again for a moment, she probably didn't say anything.    

    

After a while, she took a deep breath and mustered up her courage. Of course, because of this action, at the same time, she puffed out her chest, "Actually, I just want to ask you, are the things you said in the Star Condensation Pavilion true? "A woman like me, you really would …"    

    

In the end, she was stuck. Just as Cheng Qing wanted to say something, she suddenly asked, "Do you know that I like you?"    

    

She actually asked the question very straightforwardly.    

    

This had been an exceptionally charming moment. It was quiet outside the window in the middle of the night. The lights inside the room were dim and yellow. The air was filled with warmth. The smell of obscurity. But at this moment, Cheng Qing didn't have the slightest bit of evil intention. Yang Ruoxi made him want to laugh, and he had to use a lot of strength to resist it.    

    

However, this question was easy to answer. Cheng Qing nodded. "Understood."    

    

Yang Ruoxi held her breath, and nervously asked, "Then do you like me?"    

    

Cheng Qing wanted to be serious. This was a very ceremonial moment. "I like it," he said seriously.    

    

When she finished speaking, there was another explosive sound. Yang Ruoxi slapped the table again. This time, the jar of wine was sent flying and smashed against the wall, "Then what are you waiting for?!"    

    

Cheng Qing froze.    

    

However, he obviously knew how to respond at this time. He immediately stood up, picked up Yang Ruoxi by the waist, and walked towards the bed.    

    

Yang Ruoxi panicked, and struggled with a confused face: "What are you doing? What are you doing? I mean, you just have to hug me, not that way! You … "Where are you taking me?"    

    

Cheng Qing: "God."