163: I Don't Have Friends

I Don't Have Friends

There was a camphor tree planted outside the window where several kingfishers rested on its branches and called out occasionally.2

The sky had turned completely dark outside.

After tossing away the last magnetite from her hand, Qiao Mu sighed.

Five-hundred low-grade magnetite, but the mystic energy that she could absorb from it was less than 10%, the rest was all consumed by the sapling.

She was truly too… cheated! At this rate, heavens knew when she would rise to the ranks of level five mystic cultivator?

Qiao Mu was looking outside the window when two knocks came from the door.

"Miss, there's a youth from the Daybreak Sect who says his Daybreak Sect is seeking to see you."

Qiao Mu jumped down from the bed and opened the door, walking toward the steward with her tiny hands behind her back. "Why did he come here?"

"Miss, isn't this youth your friend?" Chang Zai was startled. The youth had cheerfully came to the door and claimed to be Little Miss' friend.

He thought the youth was familiar with his little miss.

Qiao Mu's steps paused, her eyes extremely icy.

The child's voice should originally be soft, but it inexplicably carried a trace of killing intent. "I never have friends."

The steward's heart jolted. He took a step back and bowed in salutation. "This old servant understands."

Qiao Mu walked toward the sitting room with loud steps. Although she did not say anything the whole journey, the steward could feel the low pressure emitting from his little master.

It was not until Qiao Mu entered the room and her sight landed on the graceful youth who was sitting there and drinking tea that Qiao Mu coldly said, "From now on, don't casually allow unimportant people inside."

Duan Yue was originally leisurely drinking his tea but the hand holding his tea abruptly froze when he heard the child's insult.

Why did this child just have to be so not cute?

"Hey, is this really the attitude you should have toward a friend?" Duan Yue angrily tossed his teacup onto the table and leaped up from his chair. "No matter what, the two of us have shared life's joys and sorrows together and treaded through fire and waded through water! We are friends who conquered death together!"

"I don't have friends." Qiao Mu frowned and sent him an odd look.

Duan Yue instantly exploded. "You, y-you! What kind of gaze and attitude is that? You! What did you say? What do you mean don't have friends?! I thought we… would become good friends who will suffer through trials and tribulations together after experiencing a life or death situation, isn't that so?"

So aggravating! How could there be such a terrible child in the world? When she did not speak, she looked so incredibly cute with her docile and soft looks.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, he wanted to kill her every single second!

"I don't have friends!" the child retorted without any courtesy, angering Duan Yue so much that he wanted to jump up and leave.

He did not want to speak to her!

This stoic! This icy wooden doll! This scoundrel! He was a masochist to have served himself on a silver platter for her to insult!

The child pattered over to the chief seat and hopped up. Then, she turned to coldly look at the youth standing in front of her.

The little fellow sat on a circular chair, but she was only half the size of the chair. She sat on the chair like a squishy ball with her tiny arms and legs hanging in the air.

Duan Yue suddenly wanted to laugh.

'Why am I getting angry at a small child?'

Duan Yue decisively sat back down in his seat and faced the child. "You didn't have friends before, but it doesn't mean you won't have any in the future. From today onward, we are friends. Tomorrow, the Mystic Cultivator Association will send people here to guide the children inside the city and trigger their mystic meridians."

"Qiaoqiao, let's go and take a look together."

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