12dz Chapter 106 Clothes
Chapter 106 Clothes
"Then if we fight, can you lose to me?" Qin Shuxue joked along with An Yurong's words.
"That won't work. I am the face of Liuli Palace. If I lose to a little disciple like you, Liuli Palace will be finished."
Qin Shuxue was indeed a wimp and didn't even have the courage to fight. She said worriedly, "Look at me, can I lose gracefully in your faction?"
An Yurong then propped herself up and rubbed lazily towards Qin Shuxue, then she fell on top of her, reached out her hands and groped her all over, then smiled and said, "How should I know?"
"Then why are you touching me!" Qin Shuxue quickly protected her chest, although compared to An Yurong, there was no need to protect it at all.
"Come on, with your figure, who is taking advantage of whom?" An Yurong stretched again, "If you have anything else to ask, finish it quickly. It's tiring to listen to you piecemeal."
"Oh, who are you? Why are you sleeping here secretly while the Liuli Palace disciples are welcoming and arranging people?"
"Really? Did I forget to tell you?" An Yurong smiled playfully, "I am the Palace Master's only disciple."
No, brother, you Liuli Palace disciples are still only passing on your skills to one person. No wonder the Palace Master wants to have a daughter. You want to teach two, right? You have a very scheming Palace Master.
Qin Shuxue couldn't say anything to praise him for a while. She felt speechless about this single disciple: "Then you, uh, must be very tired."
An Yurong was very satisfied with her reaction, because she herself did not want to be a single disciple: "I am not tired. My cultivation is just average. The main criterion for selecting disciples is not cultivation, but the strength of the soul. I am mainly used to replace the Palace Master and protect the Glass Palace. See, the glass flowers are pink and white now. Maybe when you come back to see them in the future, they will become my color."
"But... isn't Liuli Palace named after the Palace Master? With such a long history, the Palace Master should not need you to take over for the time being."
"Stupid, I didn't say I was the current Palace Master. The name Yan Liuli is hereditary. Because it requires the use of soul power, the life span of each generation of Palace Masters is shorter than that of ordinary immortals. Maybe you will become an immortal in the future, and I will be dead long ago." An Yurong reached out to touch the pink and white petals, as if imagining the color of her soul, "What color do you like? How about I try my best to bloom flowers of that color?"
Qin Shuxue couldn't bear to hear this, but this was a rule passed down from generation to generation, so why should she question it? She just asked tentatively: "Can't you... run away?"
An Yurong tore open her clothes and pointed at the mark on her chest. It was a glass flower that melted into her skin like a birthmark. "Do you think I don't want to? When I was clamoring to stop being a disciple, no one agreed. I wanted to run away, but I was too young to run away."
"The Glazed Palace I told you about is like a bandit's den." Qin Shuxue was shocked. "It feels like I can't go back now that I'm here."
"You can go back." An Yurong smiled, "Don't worry, I will protect you. You will go back in one piece, more respectable than anyone else."
"Forget it." Qin Shuxue didn't believe it. They had just met for the first time, and she felt that An Yurong's words about letting her lose in an ugly way were more believable. "With my level of cultivation, if I don't get pressed down on the stage and can't get off, I'll be contributing to everyone's psychological endurance."
An Yurong thought Qin Shuxue's words were really funny and laughed so hard that she fell backwards. "Don't leave. Stay with me. I'll give you whatever you want. If it doesn't work out, you can be my successor and I'll let you take over the Liuli Palace."
Qin Shuxue quickly waved her hands: "No, just let me get beaten."
The two people were sitting on the tree and pushing each other. Qin Shuxue's waist slipped and she almost fell down. An Yurong hurriedly grabbed her clothes, but her nails were too long and tore them directly. Qin Shuxue fell down all of a sudden.
She fell, her clothes were torn, she curled up in embarrassment to avoid exposure, and said unforgivingly: "An Yurong, you...you should cut your nails!"
An Yurong quickly jumped down. Seeing that she still had the energy to curse, she seemed to be fine. She quickly took off her coat and wrapped it around her: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that the quality of your Chongyun Sect's clothes was so poor. Okay, where is your dormitory? I'll take you back."
Qin Shuxue pointed and said, it’s not far away, and there shouldn’t be any men on this road, so it’s actually no big deal.
An Yurong's coat wasn't that long, and the weather wasn't cold, so the material was transparent. She still had to cover herself up. The main thing was that she had a competition tomorrow, and the requirements for the competition were to wear school uniforms. What should she wear?
An Yurong pulled her to the dormitory. None of them were from Liuli Palace, and they were freshmen. No one recognized her, and no one greeted her. An Yurong ignored them and helped Qin Shuxue to the bed: "You didn't bring any other clothes? I can mend your school uniform for you, or you can wear our school uniform first?"
Qin Shuxue did bring it, but when she was packing just now, she found that the clothes were not there. She probably didn't take enough when she took the luggage, and Hengli took it away.
She had no choice but to nod: "That's the only way. But can I wear your size?"
"You want to wear the one I'm wearing? That's not good. I'll say you're taking advantage of me." An Yurong took over Qin Shuxue's torn school uniform. The length-length skirt she was wearing exposed her entire shoulders. It looked like she was not wearing any clothes. She was even more revealing than Qin Shuxue.
Qin Shuxue huddled in the quilt and shook her head obediently, only to then realize that she had misunderstood and her face suddenly turned red.
An Yurong didn't have time to argue with her, and hurried back to her room to get her clothes. She was completely awake after taking a nap all afternoon.
Situ Xiayan had been silent for a long time, and then she put down her teacup and asked with concern: "How did you become like this after going out? Could it be that Jing Hanrou's hand has reached here?"
Yu Feiling interrupted Situ Xiayan, hoping that the world would not be in chaos: "Impossible, that woman must have fallen in love with her. Our Shuxue has never lacked peach blossoms."
"Go away." Yu Feiling didn't say a single serious word. "After chatting for a while, my clothes got torn. I might have bad luck today. Someone, come and get my almanac. Does it say that I shouldn't go out?"
"It's just a small matter. You can just wear my clothes." Yu Feiling pointed to the bag of clothes she brought with her. "I was afraid that they would be too ruthless and the blood would be all over the clothes and it would be difficult to wash. So I brought a few more clothes with me. I will throw one away after each fight."
...Yu Feiling, isn't it a bit unnecessary for you to make such preparations? Have you ever considered the possibility that you can only fight once? It feels like you are the one who least needs to make such preparations in the whole room!
Situ Xiayan silently picked up the teacup again, not letting Yu Feiling see the twitching corners of her mouth.