Ark Heroine Development Plan

Texas nodded slightly, not taking that single "you" seriously, she glanced back at her colleagues and saw that they either had a hundred more questions on the horizon, or had stars in their eyes, or looked like they didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore.

So she could only sigh, look at Guan Yueli again, and straighten her expression.

"Although it's not appropriate for me to say this alone, but..."

“Welcome to Penguin Logistics.”

Chapter 17——The so-called classical style means giving names to the moves!

In the middle of the empty dojo, Xingxiong saw the kneeling cherry-colored figure.

Leaning against the door frame at the entrance of the dojo, she looked at her sister quietly without disturbing her.

After an unknown amount of time, the kneeling figure gradually stood up. During the time when she slowly stood up, the round and exaggerated peach-shaped curves wrapped in the gorgeous kimono were clearly visible. Behind the long cherry-colored hair that was draped down, the suddenly tightened waistline was barely visible.

Although she was only standing up from a kneeling position, the scene was like a gorgeous beauty rising from a bath, her slender and seductive figure looming in the mist.

What's even worse is that she never deliberately makes such a gesture.

"Xiaoxing?" Guan Yueli turned around belatedly, "How long have you been there?"

"Not long."

"It must have been at least half an hour." Guan Yueli stretched and said rather complainingly, "It's okay to just come and call me."

"It's not a big deal. I can't disturb my sister's meditation."

"It's not a big deal, I'm just killing time."

Her snow-white bare feet made a thumping sound on the wooden planks of the dojo. Guan Yueli rubbed her neck like an old man as she walked towards Xingxiong.

"What's the matter? You suddenly want to come to me."

Killing time? Anything could be considered killing time for Guan Yueli, but meditation was definitely not one of them.

Xingxiong had seen Guan Yueli meditating. No matter how frivolous or unrestrained she was in her daily life, at this moment, she was extremely...awe-inspiring.

Just a glimpse of the side profile of that beautiful face, the cold and solemn dignity and overwhelming pressure at that moment, made people subconsciously bow their heads to the ground, not daring to look at her even a little bit.

Just as mortals must never spy on gods.

Since then, Xingxiong never disturbed Guanyueli's meditation again.

"...Xiao Xing, Xiao Xing?" Guan Yueli waved her hand in front of Xing Xiong: "Why are you distracted?"

“…Huh? Ah, well, I just thought of something else…”

Putting the image of Guan Yueli meditating out of his mind, Xingxiong smiled somewhat unnaturally.

"..."

Guan Yueli raised his eyebrows and suddenly grabbed Xingxiong.

"Come on, take off your shoes."

"...Sister?"

"It seems like you haven't asked me for swordsmanship lessons in a while."

Xingxiong was a bit amused and confused: "That was more than ten years ago, how can it be called 'a while'?"

"Huh? More than ten years ago?"

Guan Yueli tilted his head: "Forget it, I guess my cultivation hasn't fallen behind."

"Yes, we practice every week."

Xingxiong does not use swords as weapons, but practicing kendo allows her to understand many things, and more importantly, it allows her to think of Guan Yueli.

"Then come on."

Guan Yueli turned his head and shouted outside the dojo: "Acha, bamboo sword."

A short, hunchbacked old man suddenly appeared outside the dojo like a ghost. He was holding two bamboo swords and respectfully presented them to Guan Yueli with both hands.

Xingxiong bowed to the old man solemnly. The old man waved his hand and disappeared outside the dojo in an instant.

"Grandpa Yasha is still quiet."

Xingxiong sighed softly.

"His great-grandfather was like this too," Guan Yueli said casually, "It's a family trait."

"Okay, take it." She threw the bamboo sword to Xingxiong.

Xingxiong took off his shoes and socks, held the bamboo sword, took a deep breath, and saluted respectfully towards Guan Yueli.

Guan Yueli, who has always been casual and hates rules, actually returned the greeting to Xingxiong in the same serious manner.

She held the sword in one hand, bent her knees slightly, and stared at Xingxiong expressionlessly.

And Xingxiong...also maintained the same posture as Guan Yueli.

"Haven't you given up yet and switched to learning another style?"

Guan Yueli said softly: "My swordsmanship is not suitable for you, Xiaoxing."

"Although Sister might not like my reasons... I certainly haven't considered using swordsmanship as a means of defeating the enemy."

Xingxiong smiled and replied, "That's why I've been learning my sister's sword skills, just because I like it."

"Ah...yes, whatever you want."

Guan Yueli's tone was completely different from her usual gentle and cheerful tone; it was cold and lofty, as if it came from the top of an unreachable mountain.

"But... half-baked people will pay the price!"

The bamboo sword in Guan Yueli's hand, which looked like a toy, swept up a violent airflow in an instant, and the bladeless bamboo sword slashed down with pure force.

The air here exploded with a sharp sound, like... a tiger's roar!

At the moment when the two bamboo swords collided, the huge airflow that burst out shattered the equipment placed in the gym.

The bear took several steps back before steadying himself, and a noticeable purple-blue color appeared on his fair wrist.

"Killing Style... Tiger Clothes."

Xingxiong, who began to pant after being hit by just one sword, shook his head helplessly: "I have practiced this sword for ten years, but I am not even one percent of my level."

"That's why you are not suitable." Guan Yueli's face still had no expression.

"I already said it's just because I like it..."

"Then strike with the next sword!"

Supreme tyranny came in an instant.

The tip of the cylindrical bamboo sword pointed directly at Xingxiong's heart. Guan Yueli's figure seemed to tear through space, leaving only a cherry-colored afterimage in its original place. The next moment, he appeared in front of Xingxiong in an instant.

His eyes were cold.

As Xingxiong moved her wrist, the tip of the sword was already against her heart.

A ruthless and cold voice reached her ears:

"Killing Style..."

"The car cracked."

The palm of his hand, which was without any calluses and so white and delicate that even Princess Meiji, who took care of herself all day, would envy him, gently patted the hilt of the sword.

Xingxiong raised his head and looked at Guanyueli blankly.

Snapped!

"Still watching!"

The cherry-haired woman glared at her and repeatedly hit her head with the bamboo sword: "You've died in real combat a hundred times, no, a thousand times!"

"I've already told you not to learn my swordsmanship. Even if it was more than ten years ago, I've told you hundreds of times, right?"

"I know, I know, sis... Ouch, it hurts! Stop hitting..."

"You haven't made any progress at all. It makes me so angry!"

Guan Yueli threw the bamboo sword back angrily. Yaksha appeared behind her in an instant, caught the sword, and winked at Xingxiong.

Xingxiong immediately understood, put the sword on the ground, took Guan Yueli's arm and said in a gentle voice:

"But no matter how much I practice, I can never compare to Sister. And when Sister gets serious, she's completely ruthless..."

"That's my fault!"

The hunched old Yaksha ran away without saying a word, and Miss Xingxiong had no choice but to hug Guan Yueli and apologize, feeling both amused and helpless.

“…Give me your hand.”

"what?"

Guan Yueli took Xingxiong's hand and gently stroked the blue and purple areas on her wrist.

"Does it hurt?"

"Knocking the head hurts more."

The woman rolled her eyes at her and gently licked Xingxiong's slender wrist with her pink tongue.

"Ah, sister?!"

Officer Xingxiong, caught off guard, shuddered.

The bruise on his wrist quickly faded. Guan Yueli pretended nothing had happened and asked, "What?"

"You don't need to lick it like this, sister can get rid of it." Xingxiong said softly.

"Hmm?" Guan Yueli asked with a nasal tone: "Don't you like it?"

"..."

The bad woman raised the corner of her mouth and put her arms around Xingxiong's waist naturally and skillfully.

"Xiaoxing, did you have any questions to ask me at first?" she said.

Xingxiong was silent for a long time, and finally chuckled and said, "Nothing, I just suddenly wanted to see my sister."

"That's it."

After that, the two sisters just sat at the entrance of the dojo, and no one spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, Xingxiong suddenly stood up and said to Guanyueli with a smile:

"Sister, I'm going to go back and cook. Let's go home and eat today."

Guan Yueli nodded with a smile: "Okay."

Xingxiong bent down and kissed Guan Yueli on the cheek, then turned and left the dojo.

Guan Yueli sat alone at the entrance of the dojo, sighing softly.

"Acha, you said Xiaoxing clearly had the courage to resist me, so why didn't she have the courage... to jump out?"

The hunchbacked old man appeared beside Guan Yueli, speaking in a hoarse voice:

"That's not Miss Xingxiong's problem."

Guan Yueli squinted at him and said, "That's my problem."

Yasha chuckled, "The pursuit of power is an instinct etched into every ghost's soul. Miss Xingxiong has seen you like that, so it's natural that you wouldn't turn to learning other sword techniques. This is only natural."

"You won't become stronger even if you learn from me." Guan Yueli bent one leg and supported his chin with one hand. "In the final analysis, you are still not mature enough."

"You already have your own path, yet you're still trying to chase my shadow..."

She sighed quietly:

"Still a child."

"I don't think so." Yaksha said suddenly.

"During the time when you were away, Miss Xingxiong, as she said, did not neglect her swordsmanship training. She has indeed persisted in learning your sword skills, the most brutal and evil... the Killing Style."