I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"elder brother!"

Just as Li Shurui's heart settled down, she felt a figure dart out beside her with a "whoosh," a speed that was truly astonishing.

Seeing this, she stopped making any further moves.

The Martial Saint moved with lightning speed, and in a flash he arrived at Brother Chen's side, who was "rolling, leaping, and closing his eyes." He didn't shout for mercy, because being a treacherous minister also requires skill; one can't be too flamboyant. Sister Liuli had already stopped.

He quickly squatted down, carefully reaching out his hand as the other person propped themselves up, all the while whispering a sigh in a voice only they could hear.

"One move off guard."

It was filled with regret and sorrow.

This preserved the other party's face and self-esteem to the greatest extent possible.

Mr. Jiang coughed lightly, unconsciously rubbed his chest, and grinned.

It really hurts.

But he knows.

They've already released the water.

It was even placed in Pujiang.

Let alone kicking him away before that weapon, which can't be described as a toy but can be called a prop, could rip him open.

Let's talk about that long, straight, beautiful leg.

That can shred marble!

If he used all his strength, would he need the Martial Saint to come and fawn over him? He should be unconscious and waiting for an ambulance.

“tuitui——”

As the Martial Saint brushed the dust off him, he blew on him, saying that growing a year older made a difference, as he had become much more adept at understanding human relationships.

Don't leaders know which of their subordinates are sycophants?
No.

know.

Moreover, they know everything about it.

But so what?
Sycophants may only know how to flatter and fawn, but it makes them feel good.

What is the purpose of life?
Isn't it just how you feel right now?

Boss Jiang braced himself against Martial Saint's shoulder and got up from the ground. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and he was not dejected after his defeat. He withdrew his hand from Martial Saint's shoulder and politely clasped his hands in a fist salute to his opponent.

No words were spoken.

But everything is implied.

It's obvious that he's thanking them for going easy on him.

"Sister Liuli's skills are still unparalleled."

This young man was incredibly attentive to every detail, leaving no stone unturned. He showered the other side with flattery before helping Boss Jiang into the house.

Is it shameful?
It's not shameful at all.

Would anyone feel ashamed of being poorer than the world's richest person?

in contrast.

To be able to be compared with them is already a great honor.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Doorway.

Li Shurui held the milk coffee and asked with "concern," adding that it would be even better if the corners of her lips were slightly lowered.

Boss Jiang remained silent, reached out and took the last bit of her milk coffee, gulped it down in one go, and then shoved the empty cup back into her hand.

The Martial Saint, being quite sensible, suppressed his laughter and continued to help the person into the house.

Li Shurui, holding her empty coffee cup, almost wanted to turn around and kick him too, but when she turned back, she saw Duanmu Liuli walking towards her:
"You should have used a little more force."

No blame.

There was no anger.

Yes, there is only sisterly affection.

Who says women can't have true friendships?

The belated three-day appointment has come to an end.

The four returned to the house one after the other.

"Brother, how about trying the medicine from last time?"

The Martial Saint continued to show concern and care.

Mr. Jiang twisted his arm and shook his head, "It's nothing."

The Martial Saint glanced at the two older sisters who had walked in together and whispered, "Don't be reckless."

Boss Jiang glanced at him and asked, "Do you think I'm incompetent?"

The Martial Saint immediately shook his head, his face full of righteous indignation, "How could I not understand? It was not a fault of the battle. Brother, you are still honorable in defeat."

Mr. Jiang couldn't help but recall a remark made by the boy's older sister.

The frog at the bottom of the well looks up and sees the moon.

See the blue sky with a mayfly.

At this moment, he felt he wanted to offer these words to the Martial Saint.

The difference between him and the Taoist nun is, well, probably equivalent to the difference between the Martial Saint and him.

Of course, this kid was just a fifteen-year-old boy after all. His sister's words were domineering and apt, but it was too embarrassing for an adult to compare him to a child. So, Boss Jiang just nodded, indicating that he didn't need to be helped anymore. "Good that you understand."

"Brother, you still need that gun..."

No need for Wu Sheng to worry, Li Shurui helped pick up the toy that someone had deliberately thrown away and brought it in, playing with it, "Where did you buy it? It's quite realistic."

is not that right.

How powerful was someone at the beginning?
Duanmu Liuli casually placed the prop next to the natural ink-wash patterned jade vase.

In the world of business, what matters most is hard power.

If a tattered rag has been laid on the body of a great being, then it becomes the Shroud of the God-King. So what if it's just something that old folks in the park use to amuse themselves?
It can still transform into an ultimate imperial weapon to hunt enemies in the void!

"Be careful not to hurt yourself."

Despite falling down, he didn't lose his gentleness. After saying that, he asked Duanmu Liuli the same question, gesturing to the juggling props next to the vase.

"Where did it come from?"

“Once, when Sister Liuli was doing her morning exercise in the neighborhood, she met an old man who said that Sister Liuli had exceptionally good physique and insisted on giving it to her.”

The Martial Saint explained.

Where is that old man?

Come out and let's settle this one-on-one!

Mr. Jiang secretly tried to calm the pent-up frustration in his chest.

"Do we still want to compete?"

"Duanmu Liuli asked softly."

Is this an affirmation of someone's strength, or a feeling that they haven't had enough of beating someone up?

"Don't bring weapons next time."

She added.

This time, it seems that Boss Jiang, who didn't really show his skills, didn't say anything and didn't even dare to brag.

What a joke.

I've witnessed the other party's stubbornness firsthand.

Weapons can be used to stop at a distance, but what about hand-to-hand combat?

Then it must be him flying in the sky.

"Martial arts training requires talent. Even if he works hard his whole life, he will never be your match."

A girlfriend is a girlfriend. Li Shurui's interjection not only resolved the awkward situation that someone was in, but also permanently eliminated the risk of being "picked on" in the future. At the same time, like the Martial Saint, she preserved his face as much as possible.

Duanmu Liuli remained silent, glancing at Jiang Chen as if she wanted to hear his opinion.

"Brother, I haven't finished my homework yet, can you tutor me?"

Look.

Family is family after all.

Boss Jiang certainly knew the Martial Saint's intentions, but he definitely had to make excuses. Instead of directly backing down, no, he went up the steps, pretending to be serious and saying, "Why don't you go find your sister Shurui?"

"Sister Shurui..."

Martial Saint looked at Li Shurui, "Isn't she an art student?"

Jiang Chen was speechless.

Li Shurui chuckled, then feigned anger, "You look down on me, don't you?"

Boss Jiang returned the favor by rescuing the Martial Saint from dire straits, saying, "Let's go. You mustn't lay a hand on people in the future. This is a civilized society now, and knowledge is the most powerful weapon."

He continued to educate the martial arts master while leading him out of the hall. They climbed the stairs quickly, and when they reached the second floor, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing each other's exhales, they turned their heads and smiled at each other.

"I'm going to wash up."

Boss Jiang thought the cooperation was over and was about to go back to his room when Wu Sheng grabbed him, saying, "Brother, I really have a question to ask you."

Yo ho.

Is he really that diligent and eager to learn?

Although he was "traveled and weary," as the elder brother, how could he discourage his younger brother's eagerness to learn and improve? Morally bound, he could only endure his physical discomfort and follow him into the Martial Saint's room.

"Clap."

The Martial Saint furtively locked the door from the inside.

"What are you doing? Physics or chemistry?"

sometimes.

Mr. Jiang is quite serious.

The Martial Saint didn't answer, but lowered his voice and looked at him with a strange gaze, "Brother, what have you been doing these past two days?"

"On business trip."

Without hesitation, Mr. Jiang, full of righteous indignation, replied, "Are there any problems I can't solve? If not, I'm leaving."

"Brother, wait a minute."

The Martial Saint strode to the desk, picked up his phone, opened the photo album, and then walked over to hand it over.

Jiang Chen took the phone, glanced down at it, and then quickly looked up, returning his gaze to Wu Sheng's face. "Brother, is this you?"

The Martial Saint spoke slowly, his expression intriguing.

Jiang Chen didn't answer, but held up his phone and asked, "Where did this come from?"

"Online."

"Online?"

"I know it's been banned. I bought it from someone when it was first exposed, and it cost me ten yuan."

That's right.

In Boss Jiang's hand, the screen of Wu Sheng's phone displayed the airport photos that countless people online were asking for the truth about.

Look.

Not all of them are scammers.

It is possible to buy things with money.

"Brother, don't worry, I haven't shown it to anyone, and Sister Shurui doesn't know either. The strength and speed of the crackdown are really impressive."

The Martial Saint praised this immense supernatural power.

Times have indeed changed.

The stunningly beautiful Taoist nun is unmatched, but is Boss Jiang really such a weakling?

Obviously not.

can only say.

The two chose to study different fields.

"Tell me what the conditions are."

The Martial Saint took a step back, his handsome face showing an expression of indignation, or even heartbreak.

"Brother, what kind of person do you take me for? Do you think I, the Martial Saint, am the kind of treacherous person who would betray principles for personal gain?"

He bought the photo in the comments section for ten yuan.

If used to blackmail someone, it could be incredibly profitable.

But can he do that? Would he do that?

of course not!

A gentleman is open and honest, while a petty person is utterly meddlesome.

The other party treated him with utmost kindness and generosity, even enduring a beating from his older sister in order to help him celebrate his birthday and reunite his family.

I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you with the Jade Dragon!
From his fifteenth birthday, he secretly decided that he belonged to the other person in life and in death.
"Then I'll delete it?"

Jiang Chen seemed to distrust this kid and was testing him.

"Delete it."

The Martial Saint remained dignified and fearless.

Seeing this, the person was not in a hurry, and lowered their eyes again to examine the photo.

Don't even say it.

Although it was a candid shot, the angle was excellent, the composition was good, the proportions were harmonious, the subject was highlighted, and the lighting was just right.

The key photo shows the male and female protagonists clearly, without any blurring. If it were shown to Li Shurui, she would definitely recognize him at a glance.

"Brother, you've really worked hard."

Jiang Chen held his phone and looked up.

really.

If you don't know, you can do nothing.

Even if you can control everything, you can't always avoid the gaps between your fingers.

The Martial Saint was moved and said, "How can I repay you for this?"

Jiang Chen looked at him without saying a word.

The Martial Saint continued, "I know you did this for me, to resolve the misunderstanding between me and Sister Yunxi. I just didn't expect your sacrifice to be so great. If I had known this would happen, I would never have made things difficult for you..."

The more the Martial Saint spoke, the more emotional and remorseful he became.

The sight of it made Boss Jiang lose his composure.

"Brother, do you know how I felt when I first saw this photo?"

Even though it was Boss Jiang who had just been hit by a fragrant kick, Martial Saint instead clutched his chest.

"My heart is breaking, I'm in unbearable pain. I keep thinking, if it weren't for me, Brother Chen, how could you have suffered such injustice, how could you have been misunderstood by millions of fans? How could you..."

Perhaps his heart was too aching to continue speaking. The Martial Saint raised his hand, as if he really wanted to slap himself.

Mr. Jiang remained silent for a long time.

I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd.

Suddenly looking back.

But that person was there, in the dim light.

Why have I felt such a strong urge to write poetry these past two days?

But isn't it very fitting for the occasion?

Unexpectedly, he never imagined that the person who understood him best, the one he had been searching for, was right beside him, right in front of him—a young man who had just turned fifteen.

He held the phone in his right hand and raised his left hand, placing it on the Martial Saint's shoulder.

"It's enough to have one person who understands me."

Eyes facing each other.

The Martial Saint was no longer a fifteen-year-old boy.

This is a social event for adults.

The highest level and most tacit social interaction.

Where their eyes met, the air was filled with the refined elegance of kindred spirits meeting. Boss Jiang then operated his phone with one hand, deleting the photos and making sure to also delete them from the recycle bin to eliminate any possibility of recovery. He then said gently, "Come on, let's go study."

The Martial Saint's expression changed.

More than an hour later.

Boss Jiang finally returned to his room.

Li Shurui had already finished showering. She was wearing a dark purple nightgown, shimmering and mysterious, and was practicing yoga on her yoga mat when she had a spare moment.

"Did he really go to ask you for advice and learn from you?"

Upon seeing someone return, she stopped her splits.

"Ah."

"Why didn't he ask me? Does he really think art students don't have to take academic exams?"

Which of the following animals is the only one with four knees?
A: Lion

B: Tiger
C: Elephant

D: Bear

Mr. Jiang asked directly.

Li Shurui was slightly taken aback, then straightened up, maintained the splits position, and smoothed her messy hair.

As is well known in psychology, this is a manifestation of a lack of self-confidence.

"Bear."

Li Shurui pretended to be calm.

"elephant."

"..."

Boss Jiang really showed no respect.

Li Shurui exhaled slightly, "Again."

"Please listen to the question."

Li Shurui, doing the splits on the yoga mat, tilted her head back slightly, her eyes focused intently.

"Xiao Ming went to see a movie on the weekend, but when he got to the theater, there wasn't a single person there. Why?"

Mr. Jiang looked at his girlfriend, who wasn't even wearing socks, with a serious expression. Perhaps because she practiced yoga, her soles were fair with a rosy tint, her toes were pointed straight, and her toes were of varying lengths and clearly defined. She wasn't wearing nail polish, but her toenails were sparkling clean...

Off topic.

Let's talk about watching a movie.

"Because the movie theaters are about to close down, there's no one coming."

The question was very simple, and Li Shurui gave the answer after a little thought.

"wrong."

"Because people are all individuals, there are no half-people."

Li Shurui blushed.

Do not misunderstand.

This is because of a tightness in the chest.

It's so abominable.

If you've been kicked, you have to make everyone else feel the same way.

"continue."

Li Shurui said in a tight voice.

"Xiao Jiang is a professional diver, but one day, he stood on the diving board and didn't dare to jump. Why was that?"

This time, Li Shurui was more cautious; she no longer pointed her toes and focused entirely on thinking about the problem.

"Because...it's too high. If the height exceeds 20 meters, even professional athletes would be at risk of death."

Li Shurui spoke faster and faster, but the other person answered even faster.

She had barely finished speaking when she heard someone say, "He didn't jump because there was no water below."

"..."

Enraged, Li Shurui immediately pulled her legs back, got up, and looked around frantically, searching for the toy gun.

"I'll beat you to death!" (End of Chapter)