Chapter 1361

He got a mouthful of dust, cough cough.

"Bring it on."

Jueqing narrowed her eyes, her expression grave and solemn, clutching the pipa tightly against her chest, her right hand pressing tensely against the strings, ready to launch an attack at any moment!

She had long wanted to teach that bastard Lin Cheng a lesson once, and now was the perfect chance!

"Well… your room or mine?" Lin Cheng dismissed the demonic armor on his head, planted his hands on his hips, and revealed a leering grin, which, combined with his words, left much to the imagination.

"Jueqing."

It didn't take long for Jueqing to catch on, and her face flushed red once more—this bastard had actually flirted with her.

"Bastard! Pervert!!"

Her fingers struck the strings heavily, sending out a deep, resonant note; the sound of the pipa instantly transformed into an invisible blade, flying mercilessly toward Lin Cheng.

"Hehe, Jueqing, look at this."

Lin Cheng poured oil on the fire by flipping Jueqing the middle finger, then turned around with a great laugh and leapt down to the first floor, just barely dodging the attack wave formed by the pipa sound.

Mid-air, he spun his body a half-turn, and the moment his feet landed steadily on the first-floor ground, he burst out laughing and fled quickly toward the outside.

The restaurant was no longer a place to stay, but the blacksmith's shop would do!

There was the system's protection there; as long as he hid inside the forging room, the Spirit Weapon barrier outside would shield him, and even if Jueqing were heaven-defying, she wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

No sooner had Lin Cheng left the restaurant and ducked into the blacksmith's shop than Jueqing, fuming, flew down from the second floor right behind him, in hot pursuit.

That bastard pervert—today she, Jueqing, would absolutely have to kill Lin Cheng, that blackguard of the forging world.

The forging room.

Having hidden inside, with the door at his back, Lin Cheng let out a sigh of relief. He was safe now, and somewhere in his heart there still lingered a faint, excited thrill from the provocation.