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He usually tries his best to maintain a mature demeanor, and his martial arts skills and actions are quite sophisticated, but after all, he is a boy of about ten years old, and he can't help but reveal some childishness.

Tang Shijiu couldn't help but chuckle when she heard his smug tone.

Tang Yu immediately protested: "Shen Yin is really powerful! I've fought him before!"

Tang Shijiu tilted his head slightly: "How many moves did they exchange? Who won?"

"Uh... Anyway... he didn't lose." His face under the straw hat turned red to the roots of his ears, and his exposed chin was slightly flushed. His record of being sent flying by Shen Yuntan's palm back then was really not something to be proud of, but he firmly believed that if he met Shen Yin again, he would definitely be able to exchange more than ten blows with him!

"However, I don't know what he looked like. At the time, he was wearing a black silk mask that covered half of his face. But, but, I believe he must have been extremely handsome."

Black stockings and a face mask...

Nineteen unconsciously bit her lower lip. The white-clad man who had saved her twice also wore a black silk mask. Recalling how he had gently torn open her outer garment to apply medicine to detoxify her, the once unattainable immortal seemed to grow closer.

Tang Yu became more and more excited as she spoke: "Shen Yin is a born killer, cold-blooded, wise, and ruthless, with ruthless and accurate strikes. Once he has identified a target, he will never let him go easily, leaving no survivors. I have seen the corpses he has handled; the cuts are neat, clean, and executed in one go, very beautiful!"

He became even more agitated when discussing the murder to cover it up, eloquently praising the perfection of the body Shen Yin left behind, and the cleanliness of the cuts on the dismembered limbs. It was as if he were talking not of a gruesome corpse, but of a finely crafted work of art.

Tang Shijiu's face turned green as she recalled the tragic scene at the mountain temple that night.

Fire.

Bloodthirsty crows

The head of Wuyuan.

Body parts scattered on the ground.

And the eyeball that she accidentally stepped on and smashed to pieces.

The image of Shenyin instantly shattered like a cup broken on the ground. Recalling their first meeting, although he had intervened to fight off Tang Diruo for her, that action was clearly…

They were going to tear Tang Chongli's arm off!

Tang Shijiu would rather die than have anything to do with such a cruel and bloodthirsty person!

Tang Yu, unusually excited, couldn't help but repeat the imagined dismemberment process once more: "I believe that Shenyin's sword technique starts from the neck, cutting through the collarbone. Internal force enters the sword, straight down to the waist..."

"Tang Yu..." Tang Shijiu could no longer bear it.

"Then he reached back and chopped off the head..." It turns out that Tang Yu is only excited when he's excited, but he talks so much.

"Tang Yu..."

"But my favorite move is still the one where he cuts you in the waist..."

"Fish~~~~Fish~~~Oh~~~Cute fish~~Fish~~~Why are you so cute, fish~~~~." Nineteen rolled her eyes, then called out in a high-pitched, coquettish voice. Tang Yu shivered and got goosebumps all over.

"Nineteenth Sister," his body stiffened noticeably. "Please don't call me that."

This trick worked, and Nineteen became even more smug: "Why? Why is this happening, Fishy? Fishy, Fishy~~ You are the cutest, the most dashing, the wisest, the most powerful, and the most unparalleled Fishy."

The originator of this way of calling him was Tian Man. Whenever Nineteen did something that displeased him, he would start to call out in a high-pitched, coquettish voice, "Nine Nine, cute, pretty, beautiful, and generous Nine Nine." He was going through puberty, and his hoarse voice sounded rather terrifying when he tried to call him that. So, under this onslaught, Nineteen would always get goosebumps and completely give in.

It is clear that this trick is not only effective against Tang Shijiu, but also works well against Tang Yu.

Tang Shijiu chuckled to himself, deciding to use Shen Yuntan as a scapegoat that day.

Her eyes dimmed again at the thought of Shen Yuntan. What is Yuntan doing now?

The sudden silence startled Tang Yu. "Nineteenth Miss, if you want to call me that, then go ahead." He tightened his grip on the reins slightly, trying to find a comforting word. "Actually, I don't dislike it. I'm just a little unaccustomed to it."

His embarrassed look was adorable, even the back of his hand was slightly red. Tang Shijiu smiled: "Really? I can call you that? Fishy~~~~~ Fishy~~~"

As if she had made a huge decision, Tang Yu nodded emphatically: "This is probably the first time someone has praised me as cute and dashing, wise and brave, and unparalleled in the world. I'm a little unaccustomed to it." She gently bit her lip. "However, if you really want to call me that, I think I'll get used to it after a while."

Before Nineteen could recover from her shock, Tang Yu said earnestly, "So, Miss Nineteen, would you mind if I called you Jiu Jiu? Beautiful, generous, lovely, bright, gentle, and charming Jiu Jiu?"

A chill ran down his spine, and his muscles tightened and ached all over. Nineteen felt a sour taste in his gums and had to bite hard to get out a complete sentence.

"I mind... I mind a lot..."

Tang Yu loosened her grip slightly, her white teeth clenched, and said in a low voice, "Oh... then I won't call you. Nineteenth Miss, are you hungry now?" Although she didn't say anything, her disappointment was still clear.

It was like when Tian Man wanted to eat candied hawthorns, but her pockets were empty, and she said in a sensible yet disappointed voice, "Then I don't want them..."

Nineteen gritted her teeth and stomped her foot: "You want to be called Jiu Jiu... then call me that..."

Tang Yu then cheered, her voice rising with joy: "This is the first time someone has called me like that, I'm so happy! Jiu Jiu, let's hurry on our way and reach the town ahead before nightfall. I'll treat you to a good meal!"

The number "nine-nine" sounded awkward to me. Nineteen remained silent. Even if you're unhappy, you still paid for every meal.

The smile on his lips never faded, and Tang Yu swung his whip with great delight. The distorted face under the bamboo hat became less terrifying, and a look of surprise appeared in his only remaining eye. When he called out "Jiujiu," it suddenly shone with iridescent light, becoming a unique and unparalleled black pearl.

Perhaps because I was in a good mood, I drove a bit faster and actually arrived at the nearest town before sunset. The weather was kind to me; as soon as I entered the inn, the long-awaited downpour began.

As usual, Tang Yu requested a guest room under the guise of being a brother and sister, ordered a few side dishes from the waiter, and even a jar of wine!

Nineteen looked at Tang Yu suspiciously as he slapped open the red clay and poured himself a drink: "You actually want to drink?"

"Jiu Jiu, is there a problem?" Tang Yu paused, "You don't drink? But according to my information, you're an alcoholic."

...

Being directly called out as a drunkard is quite embarrassing for a girl. Nineteen paused for a moment, then readily admitted, "I am a drunkard, so I can drink this, but you can't. It's not good for kids to drink!"

Tang Yu's eyes narrowed, and the wine glass in his hand shattered with a crack.