Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 103: Imperial Advisor, Don't Be Tempted (2)

It must be said that after a few exchanges, Si Jianche developed a bit of interest.

But the female lead is no pushover either; her values ​​are so outrageous that Song Zhishu wanted to blast her with a cloud-piercing arrow.

Wu Tongtong felt that although she didn't like her master, they were still master and disciple after all, so how could she let this little slut take him away?

Little slut Song Zhishu: mmp yo

So she targeted Song Zhishu at every turn, which made the pampered little princess unhappy. The two were at odds and enemies at every turn until Wu Tongtong went missing. Si Jianche was extremely anxious. That was the first time Song Zhishu saw that man lose control. After finding her, she knew she couldn't compare to him, so she left the scene in sorrow and silently protected him.

Upon learning of Si Jianche's death, she felt as if she were dying, and with a three-foot-long white silk ribbon, she followed him in death.

After killing Si Jianche, Murong Hui escaped the pursuit with Wu Tongtong and chose to live a secluded life, which became a legendary tale.

A wonderful story?

Go to hell!

The male and female leads are clearly taking revenge on society, aren't they?

Song Zhishu sighed, feeling utterly disheartened by the male and female leads' idiotic behavior.

白团子看她这样，好心提醒［宿主，你现在的积分是0，加油努力(?2?5?6?1?0?6_?6?1?0?7)?2?5！］

Yes

She needs to fight for the rest of her life.

This crappy system is useless.

White dumpling [...] You not only didn't give me the friend card, but you also verbally attacked me?

It hesitated, struggled, and finally pressed a button.

erase memory

Song Zhishu's mind went blank. Looking around at the almost identical buildings, she was confused: "Where am I?"

[Host! The plot has now progressed to the point where the original owner met Si Jianche and fell in love at first sight.] The white dumpling disregarded past grievances and still treated Song Zhishu as his first love. He felt so noble.

Song Zhishu nodded slightly and asked, "So, where is this?"

[...]

Seeing the white dumpling's guilty look, she suddenly understood. With a forced smile, she had no choice but to keep walking.

To be honest, she had a headache. This was supposed to be the most prosperous country in the world, so why didn't she have any maids or eunuchs to guide her when she went shopping? Even the restrooms had signs separating men and women. She grumbled as she continued walking. It was midday, the sun was blazing, and the glaring light was unpleasant. The leaves on the trees beside her were already turning yellow, a sign of their impending demise. Song Zhishu sighed, reflecting on the hardships of life, and casually plucked a leaf from the tree, intending to move on.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in front of her, and the sand and dust stung her eyes, causing a few drops of saline solution to well up in Song Zhishu's eyes. Once the gust subsided, the girl could finally see the culprit.

Si Jianche stood straight, his already slender and muscular figure exuding an air of otherworldly elegance. His simple black robe, though plain and unadorned, emanated a natural, ethereal aura that captivated all who wore it.

His exquisite face was expressionless, his pale, translucent skin flawless, which even made Song Zhishu somewhat envious. His jet-black hair blended seamlessly with his black robe, making him appear even more alluring, though this contrasted sharply with his blindingly white face. However, the obvious displeasure in his narrow eyes and his slightly pursed, pale pink lips told Song Zhishu: You're bothering me. Song Zhishu was bewildered, only looking at him with envy, and stammered, "Grand Preceptor..."

Si Jianche raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't expected this directionally challenged person to recognize him. His magnetic voice was calm and composed as he replied, "Yes."

Can you tell me how to take care of my skin?

[...]

Even the little white dumpling couldn't help but call it "idiot."