Chapter 37: Chapter 33 Swords and Silk_2

The man silently clenched his fist.

Damn it.

This Sword Qi was too fierce, even she was affected by it.

He has to speed up the process, or this romantic encounter would be completely ruined.

This was an unexpected challenge on the spot!

— Even so, he couldn't curb his enthusiasm.

He would persist and complete this artistic creation!

The man quickly took out his phone, while transferring money to Zhao Yibing, he said gently:

"Bingbing, not only do you have great talent, but you also have a kind heart, I've decided to sponsor your high school education, but not just that."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yibing asked.

Ding!

On the phone, a sum of money was transferred.

The long string of numbers almost made Zhao Yibing forget to breathe.

The man stared into her eyes.

Her pupils swelled with anxiety, but they were soon extinguished by a surging, uncontrollable desire from the depths of her heart

Taking advantage of this moment, the man leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I have the qualifications to recommend a student to take the entrance examination at one of the Three Great High Schools, Bingbing."

The Three Great High Schools!

Zhao Yibing felt dizzy, almost unable to suppress a scream of excitement.

That was a supreme honor!

There, one could learn truly formidable professional skills!

Once enrolled, she would soar high above, never to mingle with normal people again!

"Mr. Han, are you serious?"

She asked with a trembling voice.

The man took out his phone, entered a long string of passwords quickly, and said casually:

"Years ago, during an archaeological dig in the sky, I made a huge contribution."

"Kunlun gave me this password, and by using it, my research successor would have the qualifications to participate in the joint entrance examination of the Three Great High Schools."

"Now, I'm giving this spot to you."

"But... my strength..." Zhao Yibing said apprehensively.

"Don't worry, with me here, I'll help you improve your strength." the man said.

Zhao Yibing's phone suddenly made a sound.

She looked down.

A document with thirteen trust markers appeared on her phone, indicating she had obtained eligibility for the entrance exam to the Three Great High Schools.

—The more trust markers there are, the higher the attention from Kunlun.

In other words—

This absolutely cannot be faked!

Zhao Yibing was struck by immense happiness, feeling so dizzy she could barely stand.

A pair of large, warm hands steadied her.

"Mr. Han!"

She cried out excitedly and happily.

"Happy, aren't you, Bingbing?" the man said with an understanding smile on his face.

"Happy!" Zhao Yibing nodded vigorously.

Her eyes brimmed with excited tears, the corners of her mouth stretching wider and wider, almost as if she couldn't help dancing with joy.

At this moment.

The man made his move.

In her happiest moment—

Before trouble could arise, he needed to ensure that this utmost romantic encounter would shatter while the bud was still about to bloom.

The climax of the symphony lay right there.

He had to take her himself, to bring everything to an abrupt halt!

In an instant.

It seemed something had happened.

But the two were still standing in place, unmoved.

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Only the man—

The man held his breath, his face showing a mix of tension and anxiety.

With one hand, he gently lifted something while the other hand created afterimages, pulling out dense steel wires from the void, his slender fingers working swiftly like playing a piano, rapidly stitching the wound.

After seven or eight breaths.

The man finally exhaled in relief.

In front of him, the girl's headless body remained still, the neck miraculously showing no sign of blood, the wound even completely stitched up, creating a smooth surface as if a head had never been there.

Only then did he have time to look at the object in his hands.

—The girl's head.

Even in death, her face still held an expression of joy, as if full of longing and anticipation for the future, unaware that she was already dead.

The man cradled the head, examining it back and forth.

The uncooled tear of excitement still lingered in her eye sockets.

"Wonderful, Bingbing, you and I have together created this great piece of art."

The man's cheeks flushed with excitement, his breathing rapid, like when a young man first sees the love of his life.

Suddenly.

The air in the room began to move rapidly.

The man's expression changed, and he erupted into an angry roar:

"No!"

He stood in front of Zhao Yibing's body, crashed through the wall, and was slashed out by a streak of cold light.

Xiao Mengyu quietly appeared.

She stood where the man had just been, holding a long sword, and gave Zhao Yibing's body a silent glance.

"Don't touch her, you can have anything you want, just don't touch her!"

The man's pleading voice came from afar, accompanied by a frenzy of hysterical murderous intent.

Xiao Mengyu's expression turned stern, and she raised her sword.

Indeed, it was unexpected.

With her Sword Qi at play, she thought he wouldn't act immediately.

Yet the man was so crazed!

In that instant, the ominous aura about him was so intense it transcended her understanding.

Now was the moment of truth.

The next instant.

The room suddenly filled with countless sharp steel wires.

The man appeared on the other side of the room, his fingers barely moving, and the steel wires surged toward Xiao Mengyu like raging waves.

Zhao Yibing's body and head were gently lifted by a few strands of wire and carefully placed in the corner with a delicate and tender force.

Xiao Mengyu suddenly rushed forward, slashing at Zhao Yibing's body with her sword.

Ding ding dang dang ding ding—