Supreme Conquering System

Chapter 17: Boy, the system won’t trick you

Inside the room.

Soon, it fell silent again, and Liu Yiyi was treating Qin Yi's wounds.

With a small smile at the corner of Qin Yi's mouth, he felt warm when he looked at Liu Yiyi who was busy.

However, Qin Yi didn't notice the look in Liu Yiyi's eyes, which fell on him from time to time, complicated and confused.

After two months of buffering, Liu Yiyi still finds it difficult to accept her becoming Qin Yi's concubine.

There is even a feeling of her in a dream.

Which girl does not cherish spring, which girl does not look forward to?

Looking forward to the future, how excellent my husband is, standing upright and covering the sky.

In Liu Yiyi's mind, her future husband is not to be said to be a great hero, a great hero.

At least it must be a martial artist with superior strength, or a writer with brilliant literary talent.

In both cases, Qin Yi didn't touch him.

Observing over the past few months, Liu Yiyi saw that Qin Yi was not as ignorant as the rumors outside, but it was nothing more.

If you fail to succeed, you cannot succeed in writing!

The only thing that can be taken is the identity of the nine princes.

In addition, Liu Yiyi did not see from Qin Yi what she imagined as the future husband.

Do you really have to wait for Qin Yi to be killed, as the outside world guessed, and then remarry others?

Liu Yiyi looked at Qin Yi with a complicated face, feeling confused.

Reason tells her that this is the best plan.

However, Liu Yiyi is not the kind of low-hearted generation.

Marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, this is the way of women.

She is a wife, not to wait to see her husband be killed.

However, Qin Yi really had a big gap between his future husband's image and what he expected.

Liu Yiyi was unwilling.

Suddenly, from the corner of Liu Yiyi's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Qin Yi's confident and open smile, and his heart trembled.

Maybe to give him a chance, it's okay!

Finally, Xue Er bandaged the wound for Qin Yi.

Liu Yiyi took Xueer away, leaving only a gust of fragrance.

From beginning to end, apart from the initial words, Qin Yi and the two never exchanged too much.

Looking at the backs of the two Liu Yiyi, Qin Yi sighed lightly.

The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit.

Born in this cruel world, Liu Yiyi is undoubtedly the victim of the profit bargaining between him and the Liu family.

To be honest, he admired this strong woman.

The appearance is charming, but the heart is resolute.

Not any woman can silently bear all this sudden.

Suddenly married, and still married a famous waste prince.

Even with the persuasion of the old man of the Liu family, none of this is something an ordinary woman can bear.

No matter, wait for the future, you will be glorious for a lifetime!

Qin Yi stood up and glanced deeply at the direction Liu Yiyi was leaving.

Martial arts field.

This is a wide square specially built by Qin Yi in the mansion for his martial arts training.

A prince who does not fall into the dynasty, even if he is down, is not comparable to ordinary people.

This house at Qin Yi's feet is the best proof.

What's more, Qin Yi is also the nominal lord and supreme ruler of Yuanjiang City.

A mansion in a prosperous area can also occupy an area that can only be owned by an ordinary mansion.

"call!"

Qin Yi stood quietly on the square, taking a deep breath, not knowing when he held a stainless steel sword in his hand.

Close your eyes and calm down.

Recalling the swordsmanship in his mind, the swordsmanship in the sky.

There are nine types of swordsmanship, the most difficult to master is the last three, "Flying Star Slash", "Hengkong Duan", and "Scarlet Cloud Thousand Miles".

Qin Yi has also practiced the sword technique of assaulting the sky for four years, and has not mastered the latter three styles. The difficulty of these three styles can be seen.

Immediately, Qin Yi waved the stainless steel sword in his hand, and grasped the sword technique in his hand.

Qin Yi moved, and the steel sword in his hand looked chilly as he danced.

Qin Yi has practiced the swordsmanship of Chongxiao no less than thousands of times, and the nine-style swordsmanship has long been remembered in his heart.

However, in this practice, the feeling is very different from the previous practice.

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