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Chapter 290 The Little Nun 18

"Too stupid."

Since you asked me to say it, I won't hold back.

Lingyi immediately offered her three-word motto, which instantly silenced the tent.

The arguing generals stared blankly at Ling Yi, then at Xue Zhen, like chickens with their necks choked, without uttering a single word of rebuttal for a long time.

Xue Zhen was also stunned.

How long has it been since anyone dared to speak to him like that after he became the leader of this rebel army?

The last one must have been about two years ago. Someone pointed at his nose and said he was cruel and inhumane, and told him to drag him out and behead him.

The name Ling Yi is more fitting to describe him as cruel and heartless.

Which person in a position of power enjoys being called stupid?

His face darkened as if a storm was brewing, his dark eyes glaring fiercely at Ling Yi, and hostility gradually emanated from him.

As a military general, he was extremely tall and robust. At this moment, his heavy aura pressed down, making it almost impossible for people to breathe.

Anyway, Master Xu, who had just been trying to persuade him, has now shut his mouth and dares not say another word.

Although he was worried, he was also afraid of Xue Zhen.

He feared that if the rebels were to kill him in a fit of anger, then the entire army would be doomed.

How... how can Ling Yi be so bold?

He had wanted to entrust the general to her, but now it seems she will die by his sword before the day he is defeated.

Master Xu closed his eyes, not daring to watch the cruel scene that was about to unfold. The general had a knife by his side; wouldn't he suddenly strike?

"Get out!" Xue Zhen suddenly said coldly.

Ling Yi looked at him with a cold smile, then suddenly stood up, only to have her wrist grabbed by him.

The force was so strong it felt like it was going to crush her wrist.

"Get out." Holding Ling Yi's wrist, Xue Zhen calmly repeated the order once more.

Compared to his previous rage, his tone was calm and collected, yet it was this very calmness that sent chills down everyone's spines.

The people who were arguing so loudly just moments ago, each one talking at once, suddenly stopped talking and walked away without saying a word.

Before long, only Master Xu, who wanted to save them, and the two of them remained in the tent.

“General…” he tried to break the deadlock.

"Get out." Xue Zhen responded with the same voice, but he omitted the word "get out" as a sign of respect.

Master Xu opened his mouth, but shook his head as Xue Zhen prepared to attack, and left the tent.

Once everyone had left, Ling Yi suddenly pulled her hand back and said calmly, "General, you have quite the imposing presence. You scared me to death."

Xue Zhen looked coldly at the person who had insulted him: "Do you want to die?"

Ling Yi walked around the tent and stopped next to the knife rack.

She gripped the hilt, slowly drew out a gleaming, precious sword, and held it against her neck, gesturing: "You mean this?"

Feeling something was off with her left hand, she switched to her right and gestured again: "Or maybe like this?"

Xue Zhen's anger vanished abruptly as she gestured, his heart skipped a beat, and he stepped forward to grab the knife.

"Don't move!" Ling Yi shouted sharply, and the knife was instantly held against Xue Zhen's neck: "Still like this?"

Xue Zhen stopped abruptly, his neck just an inch away from hitting the blade.

If he had charged any faster, the rebels would have a new leader today!

He gritted his teeth and stared coldly at Ling Yi: "You want to kill me?"

The questioning look in his eyes didn't sound like a roaring tiger; it sounded more like a big dog questioning its owner about why he wasn't allowed in.

Ling Yi chuckled, withdrew the knife, tossed it casually, and sheathed the precious sword.

Xue Zhen's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief without even realizing it.

"What on earth is wrong with you?" he questioned Ling Yi. "You're so reckless since you just arrived. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

"Then go ahead and do it." Ling Yi didn't take his threat seriously, and even leisurely sat down in someone else's chair. Her carefree appearance made Xue Zhen feel a tightness in his chest.

Xue Zhen thought he might be sick.

Such a subordinate who dared to provoke him should have had his head hung on the flag outside as a warning to others, but he couldn't even muster the anger to be angry with this person.

No, he's still very angry!

Xue Zhen slammed his hand on the table: "Ling Yi, I'm talking to you seriously!"

"There is no room for joking in the military. If you continue to evade the issue, you will be dealt with according to military law!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yi gave a slight yawn.

I didn't sleep well last night and I'm a little sleepy.

Xue Zhen's face turned red from holding back his anger, and he kicked over the table in front of him.

A calligraphy brush rolled to Ling Yi's side and was picked up by her.

Ling Yi wiped the dusty brush with her sleeve, then held it atop her philtrum and arched it repeatedly.

The calligraphy brush trembled with her movements, drawing Xue Zhen's gaze.

It's pretty good...

"Ling Yi, how dare you!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

Apart from the chair under Ling Yi's bottom, there was nowhere else in the tent for anyone to sit down, not even on the ground.

The floor was covered in sawdust, which was really prickly on my backside.

Xue Zhen was like a raging wild beast, circling around Ling Yi, with the thought of pulling her off the chair and smashing it.

Ling Yi finished playing with the calligraphy brush and shoved it into Xue Zhen's hand: "Now that you've finished venting your anger, can't you just listen to me for a bit?"

The pen that had just touched her cheek still retained a little warmth, causing Xue Zhen to unconsciously clench his fist, as if trying to hold onto that last bit of warmth.

His anger subsided, but his unease remained. His hand gripping the brush cracked, yet he couldn't quite break it.

Seeing his increasingly dim-witted appearance, Ling Yi sighed, grasped his wrist, and comforted him, "General, please listen to what I have to say?"

Xue Zhen's eyes were sinister, his expression was irritable, and even his muscles were tense.

He glared at Ling Yi and said coldly, "Speak!"

Ling Yi's lips curled up slightly, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear that this guy would get angry.

"Can you tell me why you insist on courting death?"

Xue Zhen paused, then said, "I don't know what you're talking about. When did I...?"

“It’s just the two of us here.” Ling Yi interrupted his insincere words, her voice even gentler: “It’s just the two of us, and you’re still lying. That’s really pointless.”

She held Xue Zhen's wrist and patted the back of his hand soothingly, her voice tinged with sadness: "I thought you left me here to have a heart-to-heart talk, but it turns out I misunderstood."

Of course you've misunderstood!

Xue Zhen didn't want to have a heart-to-heart talk with her; he wanted to... what was he thinking again?

Xue Zhen felt his mind was a bit confused, but he didn't know why.

After a long pause, he shook off Ling Yi's hand and said coldly, "Don't get so close to me!"

This has already affected his thinking efficiency!