Poor Xuanxuan. The little stoic looked sympathetically at Qi Xuanxuan, who was lying on the ground, her eyes constantly rolling back, and walked over to her.
"Pfft." Mata couldn't hold it in for a moment. After a burst of laughter, he saw everyone's accusing glares and quickly composed himself, solemnly stating, "Your Highness, I think it would be more appropriate for you to go!"
The onlookers nodded in agreement. This is a plot to trick the Crown Prince...
Duan Yue secretly chuckled, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Just then, Ao Ye suddenly jumped out, a look of readiness for death on his face. "Your Highness, allow your subordinate!"
Everyone: "..." What can you change by going? It'll just be one more person lying on the ground.
The little stoic had already helped Qi Xuanxuan up from the ground, patting the dust off her clothes. She took out a small handkerchief to wipe Qi Xuanxuan's blackened face, her expression full of sympathy. "Use more beauty cream these two days, okay? Don't be stingy; come to me for more when you run out."
Student Xuanxuan blinked, tears almost overflowing from her clear black-and-white eyes. She didn't even need a mirror to know what a mess she looked like. Look at her beautiful hair, all shriveled up like noodles, wuwuwu...
As they spoke, Ao Ye had already rushed ahead of Crown Prince Mo to show his loyalty.
Qiao Mu genuinely couldn't bear to see another person lying on the ground, so she coughed. "Ao Ye, come back."
Madam Qiao Qiao hopped forward a step. "Let Qiao Qiao do it."
Liang Qingqing pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress her laughter. She lightly coughed and said, "Little Junior Sister, you can go, but just to be safe, you should, ahem, put up a defensive shield."
"Don't worry," the little stoic said expressionlessly, pulling out over a dozen talismans and slapping them all over herself. Five layers of multiple defense talismans, several lightning-avoiding and shock-proofing talismans... Finally, eight Vajra Talismans were applied from head to toe, and she immediately felt much more at ease.
Little Fatty, lying on the ground, smoke rising from his mouth, stammered, "Qiao Qiao, Qiao, just, just now, why, why, why... why didn't you, you, you put some on me?"
Madam Qiao Qiao looked at him expressionlessly. "This madam forgot."
Everyone: "..."
Qiao Mu took small steps, approaching the stone mill. Her small fingers flexed slightly, and with the thought of, "Go ahead and shock me, Madam Qiao Qiao isn't afraid of you," her small hand exerted some force and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword stuck in the stone mill.
The little one pulled outward with all her might, then stumbled back, taking over a dozen steps. It was Crown Prince Mo, with his quick eyes and hands, who flashed over to support her, allowing her to regain her footing. Her small face was filled with bewilderment. The little one looked down at the dusty, broken sword in her hand, then looked up, meeting Mo Lian's gaze.
Crown Prince Mo couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly. He lightly coughed and said, "Qiao Qiao, you pulled it out."
The circle of onlookers, her mischievous friends enjoying the show, instantly had their jaws drop.
The little monkey's expression was even more exaggerated; with a clang, she actually fell to the ground. Where did this monster come from? For hundreds of years, it wasn't as if there hadn't been powerful individuals with incredible luck who relied on guessing, like a blind cat finding a dead mouse, to get through. But no matter who it was, they would always be bounced back at the sword-pulling checkpoint. Because no one had ever retrieved this Thunderbolt Sword.