Return of the Villain: Long Live the Queen

The spring rain is continuous.

The stalemate continued for another two days, with no good news coming from Bishan. It seemed that Chi Xue used her own tricks to suppress the official approval.

But Ji Shuiyue was not angry. After all, the land around Bishan belonged to her. Even if this Bishan belonged to Chi Xue, as long as she clung to the land, she did not believe that Chi Xue could take over Bishan from a distance.

The minerals have been mined out.

As long as the land deed is still in her hands, cooperation is inevitable, it's just a matter of time.

What she is most worried about now is that Chi Xue will be angry and kill her with a knife.

Therefore, she took all precautions.

The Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit, the Tai Chi Bagua Formation, and the Door God Yan Po.

She wanted to see if Chi Xue was really honest and aboveboard.

…

Sword flowers are flying, and the white jade-like wrist outlines a perfect arc in the air.

The spring rain like jade beads fell on the tip of the sword, and along with the enchanting and sharp sword power, it chopped up a cluster of delicate peach blossoms.

Sword dance.

Returning the sword, the flowers fell all over the ground.

Her beautiful toes stepped on the wet peach petals, her ankles turned, her waist twisted, she fell down and stabbed behind her, the sword flower was piercing.

The action stops at this difficult point.

Yan Po walked over slowly, his tall and slender figure like a green pine, holding a wooden stick in his clean and slender hands, and gently touched Ji Shuiyue's reclining waist.

"It needs to be lower, the waist should show the softness of women, and the right foot should be straight..."

His voice was calm, and he did not feel irritated by Ji Shuiyue's ignorance.

Ji Shuiyue pursed her red lips and tried to lean back again, guessing that she had reached the height that Yan Po said.

"Is that so?"

There was a hint of helplessness in Yan Po's brows, and he paused for a moment. He pressed the wooden stick against Ji Shuiyue's waist with one hand, stretched out his index finger with clear joints with the other hand, and gently lifted Ji Shuiyue's delicate white wrist.

Warm and soft.

The delicate touch made him shake. It was not until Ji Shuiyue looked at him with slightly confused eyes that he turned away unnaturally and said softly: "That's good."

She smiled knowingly, and her crystal clear eyes were instantly as youthful as the clear lotuses blooming in the Tianshan Pool.

She stood up, but forgot to adjust her center of gravity. With her back arched, her feet slipped and she fell backwards.

Yan Po's pupils dilated instantly, his white robe quickly rose up, and he raised his hand to hug Ji Shuiyue's waist.

…

The wind blew by, stirring up a peach blossom.

The light gauze was ethereal, the fragrant jade was in his arms, and the smooth touch on his fingertips made him frown slightly.

The tip of her straight nose lingers with her unique fragrance, which is faint and like the Bodhi Green Lotus that has been melancholy for thousands of years.

His clear black eyes flickered for a moment, and he helped Ji Shuiyue up. When the soft touch left her, he actually felt a little reluctant in his heart.

In an instant, a slight tingling sensation came from the back of my hand.

He looked at the red line on his big hand with clear joints, and his calm and indifferent eyes seemed to be like the surface of a lake being hit by a stone, causing a circle of ripples.

Ji Shuiyue's eyes trembled slightly, her soft fingers raised Yan Bo's big hand, her eyes curled up, "You - are injured."

The inky black hair flew up, and the broken hair on his forehead covered all the emotions in his eyes. He gently pulled away his hand, and his tone was a little stiff, "It's okay."

"Then... let's put aside the sword dance for today... okay?"

Ji Shuiyue narrowed her eyes to cover up the calculation in her red eyes, her delicate red lips were as light as pear blossoms, and her smile was radiant.

"Okay, you need to have a good rest."

After that, she turned and left.

The red eyes are bright and compelling, and the evil smile on the lips can no longer be restrained, slowly rippling, enchanting like a mandala blooming in the dark night.

It’s interesting, this Yan Po is actually——

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What is Yan Po really =w=guess it