My junior sister pretends to be good and deceives people every day

When disciples of Lingxiao Sect go down the mountain, most of them choose to fly on swords.

After Jiang Ciyuan gave the order, everyone immediately summoned their own natal swords and jumped up.

The sleeves and skirts of each person fluttered in the wind, making them look quite immortal.

Except Yan Zhiqiao who can't wield a sword.

Seeing that Jiang Ciyuan was about to throw out the Xuanshuang Sword, Yan Zhiqiao quickly walked around in front of him and looked up at him with an innocent face.

"Third Brother, I haven't learned how to fly a sword yet."

Jiang Ciyuan: “…”

He obviously paused for a moment before looking up at his fellow apprentice sisters who were already standing firmly on their swords.

With just one glance, Yan Zhiqiao knew what he was thinking.

If the person standing in front of her at this moment was Gu Qingyan, Xi Shili, or even Feng Liyu who had just cheated her, she would definitely follow the arrangements without hesitation.

But the person in front of her was Jiang Ciyuan, who kept his distance from her and was very fun to play tricks on her!

Yan Zhiqiao suppressed the evil taste in his heart, glanced at his ear which had returned to normal, and asked for help before he could speak.

"Third Brother, can you take me with you?"

Her face was full of sincerity, and her bright deer eyes blinked slightly, like an extremely innocent little animal acting cute towards people, with her killing power at full capacity.

As expected, Jiang Ciyuan's cold white earlobes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yan Zhiqiao's expression remained unchanged, but he almost laughed out loud in his heart.

This is probably what is meant by a tough mouth but an honest body.

It's fun.

She finally found a slightly interesting toy in this boring book-traveling mission.

After a moment, Yan Zhiqiao, who was flying with a sword for the first time, stood on the Xuanshuang Sword very calmly.

Jiang Ciyuan stood in front of her, and even though there was a certain distance between them, he was still tense.

Afraid that his embarrassment would be noticed by his fellow junior students, he had asked them to set out first.

Little did he know that there was no one around, which gave Yan Zhiqiao another opportunity.

The moment the Xuanshuang Sword rose, Yan Zhiqiao staggered forward.

She "accidentally" bumped into Jiang Ciyuan's broad shoulders, and at the same time, her slender arms wrapped around his strong waist.

Jiang Ciyuan, who had never been hugged so closely by a member of the opposite sex, was petrified on the spot.

Even though Yan Zhiqiao only hugged her for less than two seconds, he quickly withdrew his arms and explained embarrassedly.

"Sorry, Third Brother, I didn't stand firmly just now."

Jiang Ciyuan: “…”

The place where his back was hit and the place where her arms were around his waist felt like they were on fire, burning him and making him increasingly restless.

Jiang Ciyuan took a deep breath and used his strong willpower to suppress the strange emotions surging in his heart.

"Hold on, let's go."

He tried to stay calm and controlled the Xuanshuang Sword to start flying, but he didn't expect that his hot earlobe was brushed by a slightly cool fingertip.

The next moment, that soft voice sounded again.

"Third Brother, why are your ears so red?"

Beneath the tone full of innocence and curiosity, there was a hint of malicious teasing.

The next second, the Xuanshuang Sword, which had risen to a certain height, flipped over unexpectedly.

Yan Zhiqiao: “…”

Oops, seems I've overdone it.

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The speed of flying a sword depends on the spiritual power of the person flying the sword.

The higher the spiritual power, the faster the flight will naturally be.

If the person flying the sword is more determined, the speed will only be faster.

About two hours later, at the gate of Qinghe City.

Yan Zhiqiao got on the sword again but could only stand in the front, looking like a naughty child.

Jiang Ciyuan, who then had an expressionless face and a gloomy demeanor, looked like an adult whose patience had run out.

As soon as they arrived at the destination, the "adult" couldn't wait to grab the "naughty kid" by the back of his collar and almost rudely threw him down with the Xuanshuang Sword.

Fortunately, the Xuanshuang Sword was not far from the ground, otherwise Yan Zhiqiao would have most likely fallen flat on his face in front of everyone.

As soon as she landed and hadn't even stood firmly, the Xuanshuang Sword flew out and turned into a black dot in the sky.

Yan Zhiqiao looked up, pursed her soft lips and tried to hold back so as not to laugh out loud because of Jiang Ciyuan's panic.

This guy is funny when he has a blank expression but his ears turn red, and even funnier when he gets teased and his fur explodes.

But you can't tease him for a while, otherwise he will definitely be scared away.

With a good mood, Yan Zhiqiao withdrew his gaze and walked straight towards the guard at the city gate amid the astonished looks from all around.

She explained her purpose and took out her disciple card to prove her identity.

The guards had been instructed by their leader in advance, and after confirming Yan Zhiqiao's identity, they immediately took her to the inn where Xiao Rushi lived.

Along the way, Yan Zhiqiao attracted many people's attention because of her overly beautiful and holy appearance.

At first she didn't care much, until she noticed that some people's eyes were becoming obscene and even ready to make a move.

Her expression remained unchanged, but the joy in her heart was replaced by disgust and irritation.

I really want to dig out some people's eyes.

Fortunately, the guard also noticed the situation around him. He looked up with a fierce look in his eyes and glared at them fiercely.

The Lord of Qinghe City is very prestigious, and his guards are therefore respected by everyone.

Seeing his clothes, some people with bad intentions could only look away guiltily.

When the guards came out, there were fewer people watching Yan Zhiqiao.

Soon, we arrived at the inn.

After the guard told Yan Zhiqiao the room number where Xiao Rushi lived, he said respectfully.

“Miss Yan, the city lord told you that you suffered this disaster in Qinghe City, and you provided important clues to the case of the extermination of the family. You deserve compensation and gratitude.”

"It's just that the City Lord's wife has been unwell recently, and the City Lord has been taking good care of her and has been unable to see you, so he had to ask me to give you these spirit stones and pills."

The guard took out a Qiankun bag and handed it to Yan Zhiqiao.

"There are 30,000 top-grade spirit stones and ten bottles of high-grade elixirs that can heal injuries and improve cultivation."

Thirty thousand top-grade spirit stones!!

Yan Zhiqiao had already guessed that he could get compensation by virtue of his status as a victim, but he never expected that the city lord would be so generous.

No, it should be for Master’s sake.

She had heard Gu Qingyan say before that those women who were rescued in time would also receive compensation.

The most they gave was only one thousand spirit stones, and it was only of medium quality.

When it comes to her, it's 30,000 top-grade spirit stones...

If she accepts it readily, will people think she is greedy for money?

Although she is indeed greedy for money.

Yan Zhiqiao suppressed his thoughts and showed a bit of surprise and rejection on his face.

"No, this compensation is too much, I can't accept it."

It's tiring to be a fake person.

If she wasn't afraid that the news would get back to her master and ruin her carefully disguised image of being well-behaved, she really wanted to just take the spirit stone and leave.

Upon hearing this, the guard couldn't help but sigh at Yan Zhiqiao's noble character, and then forced the Qiankun bag into her hands.

"Miss Yan, just accept it. The city lord has already discussed it with Sect Leader Jing Mo, and Sect Leader Jing Mo has agreed."

Yan Zhiqiao:?

You didn’t tell me earlier!