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"Are you hitting me? Why are you hitting me?" Sito Rongyan finally found her voice, sharp and piercing, shaking her head in disbelief. "Sister Zhao, did that Demoness Ouyang Zixin say something to you? You actually believed her and treated me this way!"
"You shameless woman, this is your own doing!" Zhao Feiyu, who had hated Ouyang Zixin intensely at that moment, now directed tenfold hatred towards Sito Rongyan and raised her hand to slap her again.
This time, Sito Rongyan did not stand there foolishly allowing Zhao Feiyu to strike; instead, she raised her hand to block the blow, still stubbornly insisting, "Sister Zhao, look clearly, I am Sito Rongyan, not that Demoness Ouyang Zixin. You’ve got the wrong person."
Hearing this, Zhao Feiyu suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face. Her hoarse voice had long lost its original clarity. "Got the wrong person? Haha, Sito Rongyan, I didn’t get the wrong person; I just misjudged you."
"Girl, what have you done?" Ning Zhiyuan clicked his tongue, his eyes filled with admiration. "As expected, you can solve things with words and never resort to violence."
Ouyang Zixin smiled slyly and said, "Violence? Why not? Look, aren’t they fighting?"
Liu Ying and Liu Lu stood by covering their mouths and laughing, thinking that it was indeed something a young lady would say.
After watching for a while, Ning Zhiyuan felt it was getting dull and urged Ouyang Zixin to leave.
"What’s the rush? You can’t abandon a show halfway. Besides, the main act hasn’t even arrived yet," Ouyang Zixin shot Ning Zhiyuan a glance. The scene she had arranged herself had to be seen through to the end.
"If you're leaving, go by yourself."
Ning Zhiyuan had no choice; since Ouyang Zixin wasn’t leaving, where could he go? He could only patiently stand by and continue watching the show with her.
Indeed, Zhao Feiyu's slap was not the main event. While Ning Zhiyuan and Ouyang Zixin were talking, they didn’t even notice what they were saying before they ended up grappling with each other.
The guards nearby wanted to step in to help, but since neither of them was using Mysterious Energy, they were just grabbing faces and pulling hair. They were cursing loudly about who knows what. This left several big men unable to intervene and they could only watch helplessly.
"Tsk tsk, it seems that no matter the era, when women fight, it’s always like this," Ouyang Zixin shook her head with an expression that said she knew it would be like this.
"What do you mean by this?"
"A Three, tell me. Why do women in Yuhai Continent bother cultivating? When they fight, it’s either grabbing faces or pulling hair. No matter how skilled they are, they end up tearing each other's clothes apart. Look at Sito Rongyan; she’s lost a huge handful of hair already. And look at Zhao Feiyu; her face has been scratched..."
Ouyang Zixin watched while providing a real-time commentary.
“Girl, you…” Ning Zhiyuan’s expression changed when he heard “can tear the clothes apart.” He thought to himself that this Girl really dares to say anything.
Just as Ouyang Zixin was engrossed in watching, Sito Rongyan seemed to remember her presence and shouted, “Demoness, you Demoness, what did you say to Zhao Feiyu?”
“Ah? Did you call me?” Ouyang Zixin dug at her ears and looked at Sito Rongyan with a half-smile, “I can’t bear such flattery as Demoness, you should keep it for yourself.”
Due to this moment of distraction, Zhao Feiyu yanked off Sito Rongyan’s outer garment, along with a strand of hair, causing her pain and making her too scared to be distracted again.
“Alright, alright, let’s go.” Ning Zhiyuan could no longer watch; what noble ladies they were, when it came to fighting, they were all just shrews.
Seeing that it was about time, Ouyang Zixin nodded in agreement to leave.
After walking just a couple of steps, they heard a muffled grunt from behind, followed by Sito Rongyan’s voice: “Stop! You need to explain yourself.”
For such vague remarks without naming names, Ouyang Zixin felt no connection. However, Ning Zhiyuan curiously turned back to take a look and saw that Sito Rongyan’s hair was disheveled and her clothes were in tatters. “This lady, uh, I think you should go change your clothes first; that makeup, tsk tsk…”
Upon hearing this, Sito Rongyan finally remembered to look down at her attire. Her pretty face instantly turned crimson. She didn’t bother with Ouyang Zixin anymore and said she wouldn’t let it go before hurriedly taking her people away.
Usually appearing not very bright, this time Sito Rongyan was clever; she didn’t leave Zhao Feiyu behind but had someone carry the unconscious Zhao Feiyu along with her.
“Miss, it’s almost dawn; let’s find a place to rest,” Liu Ying looked up at the lightening sky and reminded Ouyang Zixin that they needed to rest after a whole night of turmoil.
“What a pity.” They had encountered quite a few people throughout the night, but there was only one Mystical Beast, and it had been snatched away by someone else.
“What a pity? Girl, you had so much fun tonight; what’s there to regret?” Ning Zhiyuan peeled off a piece of mud from his face and tossed it in his hand.
Ouyang Zixin reached out and took the mud into her hand with a serious expression. “How can it not be regrettable? I came here to hunt.”
Hunt?
Ning Zhiyuan circled around Ouyang Zixin, raising his well-defined eyebrows and glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "I would believe anyone is here to hunt, except for you."
"What’s wrong with me?"
"Only you, who is clearly here to make enemies." After a whole night, if anyone should be worried about making enemies, it would not be Ning Zhiyuan concerning Ouyang Zixin; rather, it would be those two women who had offended her—they were truly out of luck.
"Look, what is this?" Ouyang Zixin held up the mud in her hand in front of Ning Zhiyuan. "What is mud used for?"
Ning Zhiyuan did not answer immediately. He had come to understand that this girl's questions seemed normal on the surface, but they often concealed traps. He simply looked at Ouyang Zixin, waiting for her to speak.
"Tch, boring." Ouyang Zixin crushed the mud in her hand. The dried mud was fragile; a gust of wind blew by, and it turned to dust.
"A mud figure still has some character; besides, I, Ouyang Zixin, was not born to be bullied." She was not afraid of those who came looking for trouble and certainly would not hide. In this life of reincarnation, she would no longer live meekly. She had already made up her mind when she was with Rong Yi.
The best concealment is low-key, but being low-key does not mean being afraid of trouble.
Ning Zhiyuan looked at Ouyang Zixin's profile through the first rays of morning light. Her expression was resolute, completely different from the one she wore while clapping and watching a show.
Indeed, this girl was not born to be bullied. Ning Zhiyuan chuckled lightly and stood beside Ouyang Zixin to watch the sunrise.
"It’s about bullying others..." (To be continued.)
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