Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 840 - 836: Can You Be Any More Arrogant When Asking Someone to Use a Sword?_1

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Chapter 840 -836: Can You Be Any More Arrogant When Asking Someone to Use a Sword?_1

At that time, his mind was in a daze, and he vaguely heard a voice that sounded somewhat similar to the black-clothed teenager who had just killed the monster snake.

But he couldn’t be sure.

Looking at the young man’s figure, he didn’t even seem to be an adult yet.

Could a teenager barely in his teens really have such formidable strength?

To kill Ouyang Ming and save his life?

**

Time silently slipped through their fingers, and the final moment of the secret realm’s closure arrived.

Lin Qingluo easily returned to Spirit Snake Valley with his token in hand.

The Scarlet Mountain Range was as stifling as ever, contrasting sharply with the snow-covered secret realm.

Returning after three days felt like a lifetime had passed.

The cultivators who had escaped death were now dressed in thick winter clothes, sweating profusely in no time.

Complaints were heard everywhere.

Lin Qingluo couldn’t help but laugh, finding a secluded, uninhabited cave to change into clean and refreshing summer clothes and removing his disguise, still presenting himself as a teenager. He then used Sword Control to leave Spirit Snake Valley and flew to Longping Town.

*

In the bustling main street of the town center, five uniformly dressed young girls wielding swords blocked a group of young men.

“Hey, you guys, don’t you have any manners? Sister Mu Fan personally came to invite you, and you don’t even show her some respect.”

“What’s so great about Sister? Can she parade her charms in public and harass innocent young men?”

Shitou sneered disdainfully and retorted without any politeness.

“Tsk!”

“Who’s parading, and who’s getting harassed?”

“You have no shame!”

“If it weren’t for Master’s order, who would even bother with you guys?”

The five young girls changed their expressions, wishing they could drown Shitou in their spit.

“Well, if you don’t care, just step aside. We have important things to do.”

Wang Meng impolitely pushed one of the young girls away, his strong force pushing her back several meters.

“Ah.”

The young girl was caught off guard and stumbled back, almost falling.

“Xiao Yan!”

The remaining four young girls hurriedly gathered around her, two of them supporting her.

“Let’s go, guys.”

Shitou took advantage of the gap and arrogantly waved his hand, strutting past the young girls.

The group of young men didn’t look back as they followed behind.

“Hey, you, stop!”

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An angry young girl drew her sword swiftly, dashing forward to block the young men once again.

“I can’t believe there are such troublesome women in this world.”

Shitou was unhappy, and his voice suddenly rose eight octaves: “I’ve really learned something new today. You use swords when inviting people! Can you be any more arrogant?”

“Master has ordered us to bring you back today.”

The young girl gritted her teeth, glaring back at Shitou.

“And if we don’t go, what will you do?”

Lin Jinlong, usually calm and composed, now wore a rare trace of anger in his handsome face.

“You have no choice.”

The young girl’s eyes darkened, her sword tip trembling slightly with a clear threatening intent.

“Guys, it seems like things won’t end peacefully today. Let’s just go all out.”

Shitou scoffed and prepared himself: “I didn’t want to hit a woman, but a tigress is an exception.”

“Who are you calling a tigress?”

The young girl was thoroughly enraged and stabbed out with her sword.

“Get back!”

Lin Jinlong grabbed Shitou and stepped forward, dodging the sharp sword and smacking the young girl’s wrist with his palm.

With a crisp clang, her long sword fell to the ground, and a clear red mark appeared on her white wrist.

“Form the sword formation!”

The remaining four girls saw the situation worsening, and they summoned their flying swords to form a sword formation. Suspended in mid-air, the sword tips shimmered with a piercing cold light, aimed at the group of young men.