Let them offer their loyalty!-Chapter 1610 - 670: Larilo: Sis, Qiu Tu, What Are You Doing?

As a battle-hardened man, Qiu Tu was still extremely sensitive to certain sounds. Sometimes, just hearing a noise, his mind would automatically conjure up some rather risqué scenes.

So just upon hearing that faint "rustling" sound, images of Zhao Ji taking off her robes and armor immediately popped into Qiu Tu's mind.

Honestly, speaking seriously, scenes like this really weren't much of a big deal to Qiu Tu anymore.

After all, he'd lived two lifetimes and never lacked women. How many women had stripped naked, backs turned to him? Countless, truly.

But... One needs to know, the woman in this little steamy scene now is Zhao Ji — the former Ice Queen, someone whose strength and status in his past life were off the charts, and who's still a force that dominates the ages!

That kind of identity, that kind of power — picturing her in this context? The bonus to the fantasy is just outrageous.

In his past life, Qiu Tu was known for saying: "Better to die beneath the peony blossom and be a charming ghost."

Back then, Qiu Tu didn't get it, but today… for some reason, he really had the urge to flirt with danger just a little…

Luckily, the current Qiu Tu had been tempered by so many trials — his mental fortitude had already surpassed that of ordinary men.

So even though his thoughts were running wild and he wanted nothing more than to turn around right then, he clamped down on all those wanderings, forcing himself to stay cool.

He knew this was a crucial juncture in his relationship with Zhao Ji — he absolutely could not let a small mistake ruin things.

'Only by enduring loneliness can you win the best grass!'

After silently giving himself a pep talk, Qiu Tu's mind finally settled down.

But right at that moment, suddenly, he felt a chill run down his back — as if something soft was gliding across it.

Qiu Tu froze, and then his heart skipped a beat.

Could it be… since I'm not making the first move, Zhao Ji's taking the initiative? With that thought, he couldn't help wanting to turn around and ask.

But at that critical second, Qiu Tu remembered the agreement between him and Zhao Ji. His instincts were screaming something wasn't right, so he quickly forced his head down, and called out behind him, "Sister Zhaoji, you there? I feel like there's something moving behind me. Can you take a look for me?"

He would've been better off staying quiet, because as soon as he spoke, that soft object seemed suddenly alive, shooting up, then up again, and finally resting right against Qiu Tu's neck.

Qiu Tu instinctively wanted to grab for it. But who knew — in the very next second, that soft thing suddenly turned rock-hard, icy cold! And it radiated an eerie chill!

In that instant, every hair on Qiu Tu's body stood on end! He froze, motionless!

Without his clothes blocking it, there was no way Qiu Tu couldn't tell what it was! It was a sword! A soft sword, as fluid as water, but able to very easily take a life!

At this point, how could Qiu Tu not realize that this whole thing was just an ambiguous trap.

Sure enough, at this moment, Zhao Ji's chilly voice drifted over from behind Qiu Tu's back, "Looks like I underestimated you."

"Didn't think even now, you wouldn't turn your head for a peek. Didn't even give me an excuse to take action."

Right now, cold sweat was already dripping down Qiu Tu's forehead. He started talking, not even believing his own nonsense, "Sister Zhaoji, I might be a bit of a perv, but I do have standards, you know."

"You're the person I admire and respect most. If you didn't agree to it, how could I do something despicable like peeking?"

At this, Qiu Tu paused, then kept going, "Besides, you're the 'Heavenly God Reincarnation,' a peak-level god who surpassed even a Divine King in your last life."

"If I just peeped at you like that, wouldn't that be disrespecting a Heavenly God!"

"Back in my home village, blasphemy gets you sent straight down to the eighteenth level of hell. I wouldn't even dare think about it."

Zhao Ji didn't really have any soft spots, except she quite liked a bit of flattery. So after that whole barrage, even she couldn't help but quirk her lips in the tiniest of smiles.

She replied coolly, "You're quick on your feet, I'll give you that. But you can't fool me. From the start, you've been radiating wicked thoughts."

"Who knows what's going on in your head about me."

Still, despite what she said, the soft sword at Qiu Tu's neck was quietly withdrawn, and Zhao Ji just gave him a mild warning, "If this happens again, it won't be so simple."

With that, Qiu Tu instantly felt the chill at his back slowly fade away.

He couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, breathing out a deep sigh of relief with a lingering sense of dread.

Who could've imagined that the Ice Queen would use military tactics! Faking getting undressed to test me?!

Thank goodness I didn't take the bait! Otherwise, forget getting a glimpse of any spring scenery — I'd probably have my eyes gouged out first!

And at that very moment, while Qiu Tu was busy letting his imagination run wild, that "rustling" sound of clothes being removed came from behind him again.

This time, it only took a few seconds before Zhao Ji's voice came to his ear, "All right, you can come over now."

Hearing Zhao Ji's voice, Qiu Tu hurriedly responded and got ready to turn around.

But then, in a twist, all the lights in the room suddenly went out, and it felt like some magical disaster had sucked all the brightness from the space.

The once-bright room was swallowed up by darkness in the blink of an eye, and Qiu Tu's vision turned pitch black — he couldn't see a thing.

Seeing this, Qiu Tu couldn't help but feel a jolt of surprise. He was just about to ask what was going on when Zhao Ji's even voice sounded again: "Just follow the golden light at your feet."