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Huang Shiron shook her head and coughed lightly.
Wen Qianqian giggled and said, "If you don't understand, just ask. Certainly, our comprehension can't match the Princely Heir's."
"Junior Sister! The Princely Heir is also very busy." Huang Shiron said.
This Junior Sister Wen is too unreserved.
Wen Qianqian said, "Then we should find some time to ask, right, Princely Heir?"
Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "If you don't understand, just ask, no problem."
Of course, he didn't dislike Wen Qianqian.
Her gentle smiles, lively and cute, a flower of wisdom.
Even without romantic feelings, such beauty before his eyes was a delight.
Wen Qianqian smiled and asked, "Princely Heir, what swordsmanship is it?"
"This move is purely a sword of slaughter." Chu Zhiyuan said, "The sword of cultivation is already sufficient for you, but you are a bit lacking in the sword of slaughter."
As he spoke, he drew the Qingying Sword and casually swung it.
