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"Alright, I hope you won't be startled by my talent." Qin Dong swayed the locks of hair on his forehead and replied in a satisfying and complacent tone.

Qin Feiyan rolled up her eyes and disdained, but laughed brilliantly like a blooming flower when turning around.

After class in the afternoon, Qin Dong rubbed his sore and swollen eyes, and rose up. Smirking, he came up with a way to deal with Gu Yunting, and did not need to suffer the beats any more.

"Qin Dong, why are you so happy?" As a gust of aromatic breeze reached, Fang Xian'er stood in front of him.

Inside the snowy silk shirt tucked in her fitted black leather skirt stood a pair of well-rounded breasts, vaguely seen from the slits between buttons. At the sight of that, Qin Dong swallowed mouthfuls of slaver with a thumping heart.

"Satyr!" Qin Feiyan paced to him and said in hatred. Her sharp look could almost carve out a piece of flesh from him.

He trembled, laughed hollowly, turn his look aside.

"Ha…ha…Nothing…"

"Will you go to Clan Qin today?" Displeased, Qin Feiyan asked.

"Oh, Qin Feiyan, I'll bring Qin Dong to a place. He'll return a little bit late." Fang Xian'er answered instead of him.

"Ah? Miss Fang, where will you bring him to?" Qin Feiyan worried, because she lost confidence before the belle.

Fang Xian'er was intelligent and it was easy for her to guess Qin Feiyan's idea. Chuckling, she whispered around Qin Feiyan's ears, "Don't worry. He's not my type."

Relieved, Qin Feiyan flushed and trotted out of the classroom.

Qin Dong asked in confusion, "Miss Fang, what did you say to her?"

Fang Xian'er laughed, "You're diplomatic. Several days ago, Qin Feiyan hated you, but now she… I can't understand you youngth."

The smiling face of beautiful Fang Xian'er was more attractive.

Feasting eyes on the scene, Qin Dong sighed secretively, "We're young, but you're not old."

"Alright, let's go." Fang Xian'er turned around to leave without telling the destination.

He followed in a hurry, "Miss Fang, where do you bring me to?"

"You'll know then. I do this for your good!"

Silent, he arrived at headquarter of the Natural Financial Group with Fang Xian'er and went directly to the president office at top.

His eyes sparkled before entering the room and his vital energy surged as if triggered by something.

Fang Xian'er sensed a trace of torrential energy as though pressing her into pieces when she pushedthe door, hairs pricking up and her vital energy being stirred.

Having never encountered such a situation since her cultivation, she panicked, and cold perspiration popped out on her forehead. But the trace of energy vanished in an instant like a gust of traceless breeze.

She thought hallucination came upon her. But the door of the office was slammed open and two figures stormed out, frightening her.

"Who's there?" A roar like dull thunder sounded. Heart sinking, she found the two were Drunk Monk and Jin Pingyue.

The monk held a golden bowl and Jin Pingyue a frosty sword. Their sharp looks kept searching as if confronting enemies.

Lin Qingfeng also drew up his vital energy in the office for full preparation. "Ha…ha…ha…Are they acting in an opera?" Qin Dong feigned a laugh but was shocked actually.

To his surprise, he met three superior cultivators here, one at the peak of the second level and two at the third level. His spiritual energy was triggered by theirs and released tremendous pressure. Fortunately, he concealed his vital energy on time; otherwise his cultivation base would be penetrated by them.


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