Crazy! The cold master fell in love with me, she ran away from him

Thinking of something, Lin Keke asked again

"Then Li Nian, have you finished copying the sect rules?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Nian's movements visibly froze, his hand frozen in mid-air for several seconds, his eyes wide open.

The next second, Lin Keke successfully heard a sharp explosion.

Lin Keke was startled, then reacted and asked in disbelief

"You... haven't you written it yet? It's March in three days..."

Li Nian jumped up from the ground and quickly walked to the table. He took out the brick-thick sect rules from the storage ring and took out paper and pen.

With a flick of his wrist, the ink never left the paper and he began to write without looking up, finding the time to answer.

"Yes, you guessed it right, I haven't written a single word yet."

"........."

Lin Keke said meanly

"You are truly a warrior among warriors and a woman among women!"

Li Nian's hands moved rapidly, his eyebrows knitted tightly, and he replied

"Thank you for your compliment. Don't be obsessed with me. I'm just a legend."

Lin Keke: “…”

Li Nian no longer cared about the gloating of the person next door. He never stopped writing for a moment and wrote desperately.

At the same time, he was still calculating in his mind. If he could finish writing a thousand times in three days, that would mean more than 330 times a day. A set of sect rules would contain at least several million words...

It would have been fine if he hadn't calculated, but once he finished, Li Nian felt numb and torn apart.

I can't finish writing this, so why not just... let it go? Or maybe just lock her up for a few more months?

Perhaps sensing Li Niandao's thoughts, Lin Keke slowly added:

"The probability of failing to complete the copying of the sect rules will double, not just double."

"........."

Li Nian suddenly felt that he was fine again.

Don’t worry about it. If you do, you will create a miracle in three days.

Li Nian wished she could write with her left hand, but unfortunately she couldn't even draw a circle with one hand and a square with the other.

Li Nian stared at the paper with his eyes fixed, his right hand holding the pen almost took off, almost creating sparks, and his wrist ached.

But Li Nian ignored it and continued writing with an expressionless face, covering the floor beside the desk with one sheet after another.

About a day later, Li Nian copied it more than two hundred times without stopping for a moment, but it was far from enough.

There are still two days left, and I won’t be able to finish copying at this speed!

Moreover, Li Nian has been practicing for almost three months, and his spiritual power has been almost exhausted. He is extremely tired, and his eyelids are about to close.

If it weren't for her iron will, she would have collapsed.

Li Nian wailed, took out a few mind-clearing pills from his storage ring and swallowed them. His chaotic mind finally became clear for a moment.

But after a while, my mind went on strike again, and I was back to the dying state.

She was so sleepy that she wanted to kneel down and call her mother. She raised her hand and slapped herself a few times, but it only made her awake for a short while.

In order to make himself more awake, Li Nian removed the quilt from under his buttocks and knelt on the ground, trying to make himself more awake in this way.

But Li Nian was devastated to discover that she could fall asleep while writing on her knees, and she slept more comfortably.

Li Nian stared ahead with lifeless eyes, big dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he had lost all hope in life.

He raised his hand and pinched his thigh, and when he thought that there was a living person next door, his eyes suddenly lit up again.

Li Nian moved closer to the small hole and whispered a call of love.

"Coco beauty, are you there?"

Coco herself froze, her eyelids twitched, and goose bumps appeared all over her body. With her sensitive consciousness, she knew that something was staring at her.

She asked, "…what's wrong?"

If this person doesn't copy it quickly, will there be time to chat with her?

Is this the relaxing feeling of being a direct disciple?

Li Nian smiled broadly and said in a gentle voice:

"Keke~ Do you still remember that I am your dear Li Nian?"

When Lin Keke heard the sound that could pinch a mosquito to death, she shuddered all over and got goosebumps from being so disgusted.

She endured it and said coldly with an expressionless face

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, say it quickly."

Li Nian's eyes curved, and he stretched his hand to the small hole and gave her a thumbs up, praising her without hesitation.

"As expected of a kind-hearted disciple of the main peak, I like people as direct and simple as you."

Lin Keke's mouth twitched and she closed her eyes. Why were the disciples she met so different?

He was so skilled at being a bootlicker, not at all as aloof as she had imagined.

"Can you write it for me three hundred times? I believe you can do it. You are such a kind person." Li Nian asked with a smile.

Lin Keke cried out briefly, her voice full of disbelief, and then said

"Are you dreaming? You've tried to kill me three hundred times. Besides, our handwriting is different, so we'll be discovered."

Li Nian said indifferently, "As the saying goes, if you don't go to hell, who will? I believe you must have a lot of experience and can definitely write faster than me."

After a pause, he said, "Just imitate my handwriting. It's easy."

After saying that, he stuffed a few of the ones he had written into her hand without caring whether Lin Keke was willing or not.

On the other side, when he received a piece of paper that looked like a ghostly talisman, he tried hard to suppress the twitching corners of his mouth and said

"This... is your handwriting?"

Li Nian had returned to the desk and started working hard again. He replied yes when he heard this.

Lin Keke was silent.

Is this a word or a chicken claw?

He was holding a few scribbles in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Li Nian said, "My dear, beautiful and generous fellow Daoist Lin Keke, please help me write this and save my life."

Li Nian was at his wit's end now. As long as she was willing to help him write it, she would even kneel down and sing "Conquer".

How much is face worth? A person must be able to bend and stretch to go far.

Lin Keke's stereotype of the Tianyan clan descendant was shattered at this moment. He was supposed to be conceited, aloof, and arrogant?

Thinking of the friendship over the quilt, Lin Keke resignedly took out paper and pen from the storage bag, glanced at Li Nian's scribbles, imitated her handwriting, and started working.

The two struggled for almost two days, and finally finished writing it a thousand times before dawn on the third day. They were so tired that they lay on the ground gasping for breath.

The right hands of both men are now like useless. They can't even lift a finger. They are swollen and painful, and even numb.

Li Nian looked at the neighbor who handed it over for four hundred times, and was so moved that tears were about to flow down. She said gratefully

"Good roommate, I'll be in detention with you in my next life."

Lin Keke: “…”

Thank you so much!

Li Nian put away his thousand copies and looked at the words written by the two people.

You know what, the imitation is really similar, just like a chicken claw.

Just as he had finished packing up these thousand things, the door of the ice room slowly opened from the outside, and two white-robed disciples came in.

As the two approached, Li Nian took a glance and found that it was still Li Xin and another disciple with a somewhat unfamiliar face.

"Junior sister, the time is up, you can go now."

Li Nian said, "Brother, can I go back to Juyun Peak directly?"

Li Xin looked at Li Nian, thought for a moment, and said

"I'm afraid that's not possible. I have to go to the Sect Master's Peak first and meet the Sect Master."