The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

After the two of them left, only Mo Luyi and Nangong Chunshui were left in the room. At that moment, Mo Luyi turned around, staring intently at Nangong Chunshui, and said softly, "I really don't know why, since you've become younger, not only has your face become more handsome, but your skin has also become thicker! When did I become your wife?"

Facing Mo Luyi's questioning, Nangong Chunshui looked calm, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile, and said slowly: "In my heart, you have always been my wife." His eyes were affectionate and focused, as if he wanted to integrate Mo Luyi into them.

However, Mo Luyi was not moved by these sweet words. She frowned slightly and snorted coldly, "Hmph! Stop using sweet words here. Now that you are here, we should complete the battle in Tianqi City." Her words revealed an eagerness to try.

Hearing this, Nangong Chunshui couldn't help but smile softly and replied, "Remember you said that if I could defeat you, I would make a request of you?"

Mo Luyi glared at him, angrily asking, "What? Could it be that you've already figured out what you want before the fight even starts? You look so confident!"

Nangong Chunshui quickly waved his hand and explained, "No, no, I just think we can change the rules a little bit."

Mo Luyi raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "Oh? Then, in your opinion, how should these rules be revised?"

Nangong Chunshui took a deep breath and said solemnly, "If I win this competition, you will agree to marry me. But if I lose, I will give myself to you and stay by your side as your husband. How about that?"

After hearing this, Mo Luyi was stunned at first, then she couldn't help but sneered: "Haha, you're so smart! According to your change, whether you win or lose, it will be as you wish. You really have a good plan!"

Nangong Chunshui raised the corners of his mouth and responded with a smile on his face: "That's different. If I win, I will take your name after my surname. If I lose, I will marry into your Mo family as a son-in-law."

Mo Luyi couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this. "Huh, you've changed your name countless times in the past 180 years. What's the significance of your so-called surname? Well, Nangong sounds pretty good. But who will win? We'll have to fight for real to know."

Before she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand, tightly grasped Nangong Chunshui's sleeve, and rushed out of the city like the wind. It turned out that she was secretly thinking that she couldn't bear to spend money to repair the house. After all, the extent of the damage to the house in the fight was really alarming.

Soon, the two arrived at an open area outside the city and stood facing each other. Mo Luyi's beautiful eyes flickered, and with a gentle wave of her right hand, the long-unsheathed Wuyou Sword, gleaming with a cold light, instantly appeared in her hand. Holding the longsword, she spoke to Nangong Chunshui with a heroic demeanor, "Today, I will not use any magic power. I will only rely on pure force to fight you in a fair duel."

After she finished speaking, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she disappeared instantly like a phantom. The next moment, a cold light suddenly appeared, rushing towards Nangong Chunshui at an astonishing speed. The sword flashed with a cold light, as if it could tear through the void.

Along with the flash of sword light, a sharp sword energy whistled out, rushing straight towards Nangong Chunshui like a violent storm. This sword energy was powerful and fierce, and wherever it passed, the air was cut with a sharp sound.

Yet, facing such a swift attack, Nangong Chunshui remained remarkably calm. His deep eyes fixed on the rapidly approaching sword light and energy, without a trace of panic. Just as the sword light was about to reach him, he lightly tapped his foot and slid back several steps, skillfully avoiding the fatal blow.

But what happened next almost made Mo Luyi laugh. Nangong Chunshui, who was supposed to be competing with her, suddenly looked like a deflated ball, his face turning extremely ugly. Then, without any warning, he sat down on the ground, muttering, "I give up, I give up!"

Nangong Chunshui was calculating. He could get his wife by simply sitting down on the ground. Who would bother fighting her? Even if he won, if he managed to upset her and she regretted it, he wouldn't have a wife at all. And if he lost, wouldn't he lose face in front of her in the future? So, after much deliberation, Nangong Chunshui came up with this scene.

Mo Luyi widened her beautiful eyes and stared at Nangong Chunshui, who was sitting on the ground, as if she wanted to see something in him. For a moment, her mind went blank and she had no idea how to deal with the situation.

After a long time, Mo Luyi finally came to her senses. Her fair face instantly flushed red, like a ripe apple. Then, she shouted at Nangong Chunshui in shame and anger, "Nangong Chunshui! What do you mean by this? You're cheating!"

Hearing this, Nangong Chunshui slowly raised his head, his handsome face full of innocence. His clear eyes stared straight at Mo Luyi and he explained softly, "Alas, I really wasn't cheating. I just have a clear understanding of myself. I know in my heart that with my limited ability, how could I possibly be your opponent? You didn't use your magic power, which means you didn't use your full strength. If you really used your magic power, I'm afraid I would end up in a much more miserable situation than now. So, how can I be considered cheating?"

Mo Luyi listened to Nangong Chunshui's seemingly well-reasoned remarks, but she became increasingly angry. However, she couldn't find the right words to refute him. In desperation, she could only turn around and leave.

Seeing Mo Luyi turn and leave, Nangong Chunshui didn't dare to neglect it. He stood up quickly and followed her. In this way, the two walked one after the other, both at a very fast speed. However, when they returned to the original place again, after careful calculation, the time they spent was less than half an incense stick.

Nangong Chunshui looked at Mo Luyi and thought of Li Xinyue's words - this time it's Senior Mo's turn to have countless husbands after you...