Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 15
At noon, in the small courtyard.
The shadow of the moon was whirling in the mist of darkness and spreads quietly in the night sky, faintly melting into every strand of the land.
The stars and moonlights shed hazy light as the shadow sneakly permits into the courtyard where Ning Ning was located, illuminating the girl’s thin red cheeks.
A layer of unbearable heat was all over her body, biting her lip to hold back the gasp that was threatening to spill out of her mouth,
“This is really isn’t working.”
Meng Jue was very close to her as the palm of his hands gently pinched the girl’s slender wrist. When he opened his mouth a low with a hint of smile could be heard, not to mention his fragrance that was lingering in the most sensitive part of her body, the neck.
“Younger sister are you tired?”
Ning Ning had no strength to nod.
This is nonsense!
If you practice sword for three hours in a row! Don’t you get tired!
How dare you treat a beautiful girl of the same disciple like this, Meng Jue you have no heart!
During the day, her eldest brother left without leaving her a chance to say an excuse. When Ning Ning was frightened while waiting until late night, the man not only really came but also brought a sword manual.
That’s right, “something other than what you know at your age” was what Meng Jue said.
So what he bought with him was a set of rare and amazing sword technique that could startle the world and make ghost and gods cry.
It could also make her half dead after learning the high level sword technique.
It was really too much for her to bear at this age.
You are something!
What do you sword cultivator think about all day? Can’t you think like a normal person? Did she say something like she couldn’t wait to learn sword technique?
But Meng Jue was not on the same brain wavelength as her.
When this little sister first opened her mouth, he did subconsciously feel that Ning Ning has mischievous intention and was going to refuse but her expression while saying those things was really too ugly.
Have she ever used a dead face to invite a man to meet at midnight? Have she ever heard the suppose to be flattery sounded like a dying tone?
Have she ever seen anyone whose eyes stare like a girl in love but instead a face was as white as a female ghost? And she called that tempting people with such expression?
Meng Jue didn’t.
He has seen many women designed many strategies to approach him, and all of them has soft voice, demure language and tempting eyes. Like they all want to turn him into a pool of water and jump into his arms.
And this younger junior sister was not any of those.
Her expression was full of shame, shyness and resentment and the most obvious of which was as if she were dead.
–This was obviously because she was upset after losing to the outer disciple and wanted to learn sword skills!
The shame and resentment of losing to Pei Ji, the shyness of taking the initiative to speak to him for the first time and knowing that he would never be soft as her teacher.
Even if he maybe half tired, she should insist on asking for advice.
With this understanding, her every action were explained.
This was what a sword cultivator should be!
He couldn’t imagine that the junior sister who was brutal by nature was so motivated making Meng Jue touched.
Ning Ning, who had practice for three hours straight with eyes like dead fish only felt that a young sword cultivator had lost her dreams this night.
“I really can’t learn.”
So please let her go!!!
She was bombed by the dan stove, and tortured by sword. She was misunderstood as an infatuated girl who followed the little boy back to dormitory.
She was just an ordinary vicious girl! Was this a part how a villainess should suffer? It’s obvious that she’s making a version of “Alive” for immortals!
Ning Ning felt that she was more wrong than Sister Xianlin, she was really so stupid.
She felt that this whole division was not normal.
In addition to the three who have already left, there were still several other targets left and she don’t know what other demons and monsters were hiding in that group to torment her in different way.
While thinking all of these, his eldest brother’s clear, elegant and gentle as a jade voice resounded. He was very considerate.
“Junior sister since you have learned half of this sword technique you can make a breakthrough if you practice more. People who practice dao should not give up halfway, so why not be more confident?
Ning Ning took a deep breath and nodded.
She has never said a word with confidence, word by word, syllable by syllable and each contains indisputable determination and confidence.
“Senior brother, I really can’t learn! I can’t learn!”
Confident enough, stinking sword cultivator!