I have ten trillion licking dog gold

At fifteen, things are definitely different.

The Martial Saint actually cooked breakfast himself, and even though the main dish was just noodles, it was the thought that counted.

"Sister Shurui, how does it taste? It's my first time, so please be lenient."

"Thank you for cooking, especially since it's your birthday."

"Hehe, isn't this just so you can all share in the good fortune?"

Li Shurui smiled and said, "You're getting better and better at talking."

"It's a bit bland, but edible. There's room for improvement."

Comrade Jiang Chen commented that after one night, his sitting posture became quite stable.

The Martial Saint secretly glanced at him, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

"Please give my regards to your parents."

Li Shurui had originally intended to invite Wu Sheng to her home today, but given what happened yesterday, it was definitely inappropriate.

"Sister Shurui, please don't be shy, try the gifts my parents brought you."

That's right.

There was also a plate of oranges on the table.

"Okay, I'll take it with me later."

Li Shurui smiled and agreed without any hesitation. She then said to Jiang Chen, "I'll go see Guo Ran today."

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Take care, Sister Shurui."

Li Shurui has never had a big appetite. She only ate a small bowl of noodles and half a cup of milk before leaving to take an orange.

After he left, Wu Sheng immediately gave Jiang Chen a subtle wink.

As always, the Taoist nun was sparing with her words, focusing intently on the food in front of her.

"Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Their eyes met, and the Martial Saint remained silent. He reached into his pocket, acting furtively and mysteriously, and pulled out an unidentified object. He placed it on the table and slowly pushed it towards Jiang Chen.

—It's a bit like the shoe polish that the shoe shiners used when he was a kid, but it had no packaging and no labels.

Jiang Chen looked puzzled.

"Brother, here you go, it should work well."

"Martial Saint said in a low voice."

"What the hell?"

Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks.

"This is a birthday present from Sister Liuli."

Jiang Chen was surprised and couldn't help but look at the Taoist nun.

The other person also raised their head.

"birthday present?"

"Ah."

The Martial Saint looked a little embarrassed.

It is indeed a birthday present.

However, to be precise...

He asked Liuli for it on his own initiative.

Ok.

In the early hours of this morning.

Because it was his birthday, Liuli didn't refuse. She gave him the gift when she came back from outside this morning.

Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks and picked up the ointment. "Why are you giving it to me?"

"This... is for treating 'sprains and bruises,' it should be very effective."

Jiang Chen's expression changed slightly.

Are you hurt?

The Taoist nun spoke up, demonstrating a strong ability to understand.

Jiang Chen remained noncommittal, then questioned the Martial Saint, "Why are you giving me this?"

The Martial Saint coughed and explained, "For my self-defense... yes, for self-defense."

Jiang Chen's eye twitched; he knew perfectly well that the news had been leaked.

It's a different matter whether Li Shurui knows or Wu Sheng and Duanmu Liuli know.

It wasn't enough that they harmed his body and trampled on his dignity; they even publicized it.

Deceiving too much!

"Who told you that?"

Jiang Chen asked the question knowing the answer already.

"Brother, I don't know anything."

The Martial Saint quickly lowered his head and ate his noodles.

"This medicine can only treat superficial injuries."

The stunningly beautiful Taoist nun delivered the finishing blow.

The man clutched the ointment tightly, daring not to speak out in anger.

or.

Get the "Sunflower Manual" back from Luo Peng.

When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and all other flowers will wither!
"I do not need."

Jiang Chen swallowed his anger and endured the humiliation, pushing the ointment back.

"Brother..." "You should keep it for self-defense." Jiang Chen slurped his noodles with chopsticks, his appetite was quite good, and his spirits were high.

The Martial Saint observed this and felt puzzled.

The photo is very clear; the belt was broken, otherwise he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to knock on Liuli's door so late.

"Brother, are you really alright?"

The Martial Saint probed in a low voice, half believing and half doubting.

"What could possibly be wrong with me? What did your sister tell you?"

Jiang Chen didn't lower his voice intentionally; it was clear enough for Duanmu Liuli to hear clearly.

"My sister didn't say anything."

"A sister is still a sister."

Boss Jiang is being sarcastic and unpleasant.

The martial arts master was embarrassed and could only say, "Brother, don't misunderstand. I found that I didn't bring the belt back, so I asked my sister to see if it was in that private room. But my sister said... the belt broke."

Jiang Chen remained calm and put down his chopsticks, but before he could speak, Duanmu Liuli spoke first, her usually composed voice filled with obvious surprise.

"You got into a fight with your senior sister?"

She has to be a Taoist nun.

Speak your mind.

The person showed no embarrassment and even snapped their fingers calmly, saying, "Wrong, it wasn't me fighting with her, she attacked first, and I was forced to act in self-defense."

The Martial Saint was immediately stunned.

What?
They fought back?

Duanmu Liuli stared directly at the man with the firm tone, and then said softly yet resolutely.

"impossible."

"Yeah, bro, you're kidding, aren't you?"

The Martial Saint subconsciously responded.

Although the two sentences are stylistically different, they convey the same meaning: a questioning of someone's abilities.

Jiang Chen scoffed, quite nonchalantly, picked up his chopsticks again, his unwavering demeanor befitting an unfathomable martial arts master.

"Do you know how to avoid becoming a slave?"

The Martial Saint, bewildered, instinctively shook his head.

“Stand up voluntarily.”

Jiang Chen tapped his chopsticks against the bowl, making a resounding sound.

Before the Martial Saint could recover, there was a "crack" sound.

He turned his head to look.

Liuli put down her chopsticks and stood up halfway.

"Let's discuss it."

Concise and concise.

The stunningly beautiful Taoist nun never liked empty talk.

Those who do not wish to be slaves must take the initiative to stand up.

but.

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

Jiang Chen remained unmoved, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.

"Wait a minute."

Suddenly, the Martial Saint raised his hand and placed it across the dining table. "Sister Liuli, isn't this a bit unfair? This is a series of tag teams. Even if you win, it won't be a fair victory."

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, secretly feeling gratified.

Compared to her senior sister, Duanmu Liuli was undoubtedly much more reasonable. Upon hearing this, she remained silent, simply sat down again, and then gazed at Jiang Chen.

When is that possible?

Ah.

What a joke.

What's the most unique thing about these two sisters?

Duanmu Liuli might have a better reason, but she certainly wouldn't have been as measured in her actions as her senior sister.

In other words, she lacks an understanding of the capabilities of normal people.

For example, if it had been her yesterday, since Boss Jiang was confident in taking action, she would have subconsciously considered him a worthy opponent. The price that person would have paid would certainly have been more than just a few harmless red marks on his buttocks.

"Three days later!"

Do not misunderstand.

This wasn't something Mr. Jiang said himself.

"Let the Martial Saint do it for me," he said, glancing at Jiang Chen. "Is this alright, bro?"

For a moment, Jiang Chen couldn't figure out whether this kid was deliberately trying to trick him or was blindly worshipping him.

Duanmu Liuli stared at Jiang Chen, stunned by the cooperation between the two brothers, and then asked a question.

How did you improve so quickly?

Mr. Jiang, indifferent, picked up the milk next to him.

“The sun rises in the east, and I am the only one who remains undefeated.”

"puff--"

The noodles that the Martial Saint hadn't even had a chance to swallow almost spit out of his nostrils.

Duanmu Liuli's pupils were frozen, and her mouth opened unconsciously, making her extremely adorable. (End of Chapter)