Chapter 2900 — You Hit the Wrong Leg
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"I'll hit you, sure, but Miss Chen, could you actually break it? You've been at it so long my leg's gone all swollen, and it still isn't broken!" Zhao Qibing said with a pained grimace.
"Oh, right, I forgot!" Shen Yushu suddenly smacked her own forehead, a look of realization dawning. "Before Brother Jian left, he told me I had to use the black iron refined-steel rod Zhong Yongliang left behind. That stick of yours isn't the black iron refined-steel rod!"
"What? Then why didn't you say so earlier!" Zhao Qibing was rendered speechless. He knew about Zhong Yongliang's black iron refined-steel rod too—it could pierce through the true qi barriers of any cultivator below the heaven rank. When Shen Yushu struck him a moment ago, he hadn't been using his true qi barrier at first, but once the pain hit, he'd instinctively raised it. That was why her blow had brought him nothing but pain, without any real injury.
But the black iron refined-steel rod was different. It could break through the true qi barrier around Zhao Qibing's body, which meant the full force of the rod's impact would land squarely on him—and the damage it caused would naturally be severe!
Still, hearing Shen Yushu mention that Wei Zhao had instructed her to use the black iron refined-steel rod, Zhao Qibing was now about seventy or eighty percent convinced. Before, he'd assumed she was just making things up to mess with him, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.
"Your own iron rod is no good, and you blame me for not saying so earlier? Say one more word and I won't hit you at all," Shen Yushu said angrily.
"No, no, please don't—hit me, I'm begging you!" Zhao Qibing paled in alarm and hurriedly pleaded. "Shall we go to your place right now?"
"Oh, well, since you're so earnest about getting your leg broken, let's go then," Shen Yushu said with a nod.
Gu Mengyao, standing off to the side, was rather puzzled, wondering when Wei Zhao had ever taught Xiaoshu the secret to breaking someone's leg. Most likely Shen Yushu was just spinning nonsense, getting ready to toy with Zhao Qibing. And really, it made sense—with Wei Zhao away, they'd been keeping a low profile every day to avoid unnecessary trouble, going to school and coming home and nowhere else, their lives monotonous and dull. Now that Zhao Qibing had delivered himself to their door, if Shen Yushu didn't take the chance to give him a hard time, she wouldn't be Shen Yushu.
"Good, good, then let's go!" Zhao Qibing's leg hurt fast and healed fast—it was nothing but a bruise, after all, and he could bear it.
Zhao Qibing had Zhu Bo drive, following Gu Mengyao and Han Jingyi's BMW X5M all the way to the villa where Gu Mengyao lived.
"Can we do it now?" Zhao Qibing had barely gotten out of the car before he grew impatient. His training in the Thousand Legs had been stuck on the matter of breaking his leg, and he'd been waiting for an opportunity all this time. Now that the chance had come, he naturally couldn't let it slip by.
"It's already six in the evening. I need to eat. You may not be hungry, but I am. Oh, right, I haven't eaten yet—I need to go out and get something to eat first," Shen Yushu said suddenly once they were home.
"What? You still want to eat!" Zhao Qibing looked utterly exasperated. "What do you want to eat? I'll have Zhu Bo go buy it for you?"
"Oh, that works too. I want the malatang and grilled squid from Commercial Street. Have him get me two bowls of malatang and ten skewers of grilled squid," Shen Yushu said. She'd been longing to eat there for ages, but with Wei Zhao away, she'd been afraid of stirring up trouble if she went out, so she'd held off all this time.
But now that she had Zhao Qibing as free labor, of course she wasn't going to be polite.
"Oh, sure. Zhu Bo, go on," Zhao Qibing said to Zhu Bo. Never mind cheap snacks like that—even if Shen Yushu wanted a lavish feast, he'd have gone to buy it. Who told him to be so desperate to break his leg?