Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 6 The Thunder Rolls
Ning Zhao shook her heavy head and walked out the door. She was going to think about how to attack Chu Yu in the coming days.

What do fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys like?Playing games? Dating a fight?Watch novels and anime?But there is none in this world.Or, try giving him something to increase his favorability?

Just do it!

Ning Zhao rolled up his sleeves and walked to the door of Chu Yu's hut, following his memory, he picked out the things that could be given to him one by one in the storage bag, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any good things.

Ning Zhao slapped his head, only to realize that all the good things had been given to Chu Yu as meeting gifts, and he didn't even add half of the intimacy.

What else can be done?When Chu Yu climbed to the fairy gate, he wore clothes that were washed white. How about... let him feel the care of his senior sister and help him bring back the inner disciple's clothes first?

Ning Zhao wandered a few more steps to the open space, and summoned the Flying Sword from his memory.This is an extremely beautiful silver-white sword named Liu Guang, which was pulled out by the original owner in the sword mound of the Spirit Sword Sect three years ago.This sword is not very good, but the original owner did not put it back in the sword mound, but kept it with him.

There are not many rules in the Spirit Sword Sect. As long as the inner disciples do not have a sword, they can go to the Sword Tomb to draw their swords at any time, but what kind of sword they can draw depends on their own luck.

She stepped onto Liuguang tremblingly, and poured spiritual power into it, "Liuguang, you have to remember to slow down... My old arms and legs can't stand it..."

Liu Guang has no spiritual intelligence and can't respond to Ning Zhao. It seems to realize that this is not his original master. Ren Ning Zhao input spiritual power, but he just doesn't want to move.

"Streamer? Streamer?"

"Could it be rust?"

Ning Zhao scratched her head, that's not right, she input spiritual power according to Yu Jianfei's memory, why does Liu Guang only eat spiritual power and not work...

The streamer under his feet suddenly reacted, and rushed out with a whoosh.

Ning Zhao was not yet ready to fly with Yujian. Now he went out with Liuguang on his heels, followed behind him, and made a mid-air lower back with a difficulty index of three stars.

Who can't help but give a thumbs up and praise the young hero's good kung fu?

After half a cup of tea, I arrived at a meditation platform in Qingya Mountain. Ning Zhao walked down from the streamer with a pale complexion. There were no trees around, and she supported herself with the streamer as a crutch.

After resting for a while before gradually recovering, Ning Zhao called out the little fur ball in the vast white space.

"System, have you ever sat on a flying sword?"

[Never sat down, Ning Zhao.Also, my name is not System, I am Xiaowogua! ]
Ning Zhao hummed, and thought that Xiaowogua's voice was quite cute, "Okay Xiaowogua, do you want to feel it?"

[No, thank you Ning Zhao. ]
[Aren't you going to get clothes for Chu Yu?Why are you still resting here?Please don’t touch fish during working hours~]
Okay, Xiao Wogua is not cute anymore, isn't this just a copy of Crazy Boss?Thinking that he had to rely on Xiaowogua to go home, Ning Zhao silently swallowed the words he hadn't said yet.

She put Liu Guang into the storage bag, and walked towards the fabric bureau where the Spirit Sword Sect manages the distribution of inner disciples' clothes.

The original owner, Ning Zhao, was obsessed with cultivation and couldn't extricate himself, and always liked to ask others to draw their swords to learn from each other. Many people on and off Qingya Mountain had been "tortured" by her.On the way, when I met a lot of inner and outer disciples, they all turned their faces away from a distance, and few people greeted her.

Tang Su silently put down the hand that was stretched out to say hello.It's good if Xindao is like this, since everyone doesn't know the original owner Ning Zhao, the chance of her being found out that she is not the original owner will be smaller.

As soon as he entered the fabric bureau, he saw two girls wearing white clothes of inner disciples sorting out the roster. Ning Zhao stepped forward gently and took out the token.

"Ning, Senior Sister Ning."

One of the taller girls swallowed and looked at Ning Zhao, her voice trembling, "Is Senior Sister Ning doing something?"

Ning Zhao raised his eyebrows, trying to act like an emotionless robot.

"Hey, I'm here to get clothes for my junior brother."

The shorter girl next to her seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, flipping through the roster in her hand, "Yes...Is your name Chu Yu?"

Ning Zhao nodded. Seeing that she was not as vicious as the rumors said, the girl blinked her eyes and asked, "Senior Sister, I heard that his father is the Patriarch of the Chu Family in the Loose Cultivator Realm?"

"No wonder there are heavenly spirit roots!"

Ning Zhao pursed his lips, but did not answer.

The two little girls started talking to themselves again.

"I heard...his mother seems to be a bed-crawling maid?"

"It's also thanks to Mrs. Yunxi's kindness that she kept him until now, and even let him go to the fairy gate..."

"Hmph, Mrs. Yunxi is so kind, and he doesn't appreciate it! Mother doesn't even want to call out, it's really cheap for him!"

The shorter girl looked at Ning Zhao mysteriously again, and while handing her the clothes, she said, "I heard that his fate seems to be unknown."

"Senior sister, stay away from him, and be careful not to be harmed by him."

Ning Zhao's complexion suddenly sank, no matter what, Chu Yu is now her junior, the inner disciple of Venerable Linghui, and her target of attack.Moreover, he is still only a 15-year-old boy, and he is still in junior high school in modern times, so he must die of sadness for enduring so many gossips.

"From the moment they stepped into Qingya Mountain, the two junior sisters should remember the rules of the Spirit Sword Sect."

"Article No. 12 of "Disciple Discipline": Don't slander at will between fellow disciples."

"If the two junior sisters are too free, you can send a message to Xiaozhufeng. Ning Zhao welcomes you to compete with each other at any time."

When the two little girls heard this, their faces turned red and white, and Ning Zhao just stared at them quietly.

After a long while, they bit their lips and looked at Ning Zhao timidly, "We forgot the rules, so please don't tell the master."

Ning Zhao nodded, put the clothes into the storage bag, turned around and walked out of the fabric bureau.

She didn't hear what the two little girls behind her said.

"Why is Senior Sister Ning protecting that Chu Yu? Have you been fascinated by ghosts?"

"I also think, what's so good about Chu Yu..."

……

Ning Zhao walked back to the meditation platform where she had just landed. She took out the sword from the storage bag and injected spiritual power into it.

"Liu Guang, Liu Guang?"

Liu Guang still didn't respond at all.

"Streamer?"

Ning Zhao stepped on Liuguang tentatively, but it still didn't respond at all, as if it wasn't the one that absorbed Ning Zhao's spiritual power just now.

"Little Wogua, what's the matter with this streamer? It's like scrap iron, it doesn't respond at all."

Unexpectedly, she had just finished asking this question, and before Xiaowogua could answer, the streamer under her feet flew up again at a speed of 160km/h.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah…"

Ning Zhao touched his weak waist, and said a few words expressionlessly, "Liu Guang, your uncle!"

[After system testing, Liu Guang may feel that you are not the original owner, Ning Zhao, so he showed some resistance, please continue to work hard for the host! ]
With a "bang", the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and purple thunder and lightning tore the sky, as if someone was about to cross the catastrophe.

"Hurry up, Liu Guang, land!"

Liu Guang ignored Ning Zhao and flew higher.

There was another "bang", and a bolt of lightning that was originally splitting in the direction of Xiaozhufeng suddenly reversed its direction, and accurately struck Ning Zhao, who was flying under the control of the sword.

Xiaowogua: Friendly reminder, metal is a conductor.

(End of this chapter)