Chapter 2701 - 1678: Celebration and Mourning

Chapter 2701: Chapter 1678: Celebration and Mourning

After the storm, comes a strange calm.

Looking at Brother Jiang Chen with an "distorted" expression, the Martial Saint couldn’t help but be bewildered.

What’s the meaning?

The meaning is quite obvious.

The defeated female thief is clearly an acquaintance.

Indeed.

Think about it.

Can this be a place where thieves could slip into such as Spring and Autumn Plaza?

Tanki Liuli turned around, her face not red and her heart steady, watching someone slowly approaching.

To her, it should only be a warm-up.

Boss Jiang originally intended to settle scores with Daoist Sister using the cultivation technique that the Martial Saint translated into the Sunflower Manual, but plans couldn’t keep up with changes. At this moment, he temporarily can’t afford to pursue the Sunflower Manual issue, walking up in front of Daoist Sister to explain: "Misunderstanding."

In his impression, Daoist Sister and Sakura should have never met face-to-face.

Exactly.

The female thief sitting on the ground with blood at the corner of her mouth was none other than Sakura.

No wonder she was only dodging and not retaliating earlier; all those seemingly strange phenomena actually had reasonable explanations.

Boss Jiang felt a mixed bag of emotions inside.

This misunderstanding has gotten quite big.

No idea if the injuries are severe.

But on the other hand.

Can you blame him?

He’s not an immortal, how could he have guessed Sakura would suddenly appear in the East Sea?

Furthermore.

Her face was covered.

Hold on.

Is covering her face a valid reason for not recognizing?

With mere acquaintances, it’s understandable, but is his relationship with Sakura ordinary?

Those martial artists who frequently watch Japanese art films can recognize which teacher it is even with a mosaic without seeing the face.

"Sister, are you alright?"

The Martial Saint dashed over, this young lad’s reaction was still too quick, trying to help, but Sakura got up from the ground herself.

The Martial Saint witnessed it, and was even more astonished.

Just like his sister, Tanki Liuli, who instinctively falls under an inhuman category in his mind, but this absolutely stunning sister is also no ordinary person.

Losing.

Is not disgraceful.

It depends on who you lose to.

Replace her with someone else, can they still get up on their own?

Afraid they’d have to quickly call an ambulance to drag them away.

"Sister, how do you feel? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Discovering her acquaintance with Jiang Chen, the Martial Saint started being exceedingly solicitous, calling her sister with overwhelming familiarity.

This lad.

Under the influence of Lan Peizhi, his spirit is indeed high, but Sakura’s displayed strength just now has earned his recognition.

Faced with the Martial Saint’s presumptuous friendliness, Sakura might be a bit not quite adapted, given she is a Death Warrior not skilled in socializing, only shook her head in silence.

The Martial Saint turned his head, glancing around the messy ground, then ran to the slanted tissue box to pull out tissues, and ran back to hand them over.

"Wipe it, sister."

Sakura silently accepted, couldn’t help coughing twice, making the blood at the corner of her mouth even thicker.

The Martial Saint sighed, "Alas! Isn’t this the situation where the flood reaches the Dragon Temple?"

This young lad sometimes can be quite useful.

At least his joking around prevents the atmosphere from being too awkward.

Of course, Tanki Liuli can’t be blamed, watching Sakura pale and coughing up blood, Jiang Chen wanted to laugh, a bitter one.

"Why did you come here."

"Bro, why not sit down and talk, this sister should need some rest."

The Martial Saint thoughtfully suggested.

Makes sense.

The sofa luckily remained unscathed, not overturned.

The Martial Saint noticed this mysteriously behaving sister seems not fond of people approaching, hence refrained from going out of his way to help, stepping over the chaos on the ground, wanted to lift the coffee table but gave up after trying as it was insanely heavy.

Luckily the sofa didn’t flip over, providing a place to sit.

The Martial Saint was just about to prop up the coffee table but it’s too heavy, couldn’t manage it.

"See what a mess has been made."

He sighed, stealing the line Boss Jiang should have said.

"Sister, don’t mind, you were wearing a mask, my brother didn’t recognize you. Didn’t you tell my brother before you came?"

Jiang Chen didn’t scold him for his chatty comments.

This wasn’t unreasonable.

The Martial Saint noticed a pattern, female warriors with high martial arts skills seem not to like talking much, his sister, Sister Duanmu are the same, and this unfamiliar beauty is no exception.

Not engaging in his nonsense at all, it’s truly embarrassing.

"Bro, this sister, what’s her surname?"

Thus, the Martial Saint could only look to Brother Jiang Chen, trying to stir up conversation. At this moment, only he could step up to warm up the scene.

"Sakura."

Jiang Chen replied, aware that the Martial Saint was helping to adjust the atmosphere.

"Sakura?"

The Martial Saint was puzzled, then quickly glanced at Sakura again, his eyes turned peculiar, retracting his gaze, and softly asked Brother Jiang Chen: "Japanese?"

Boss Jiang grunted.

The Martial Saint was surprised and then suddenly realized.

No wonder!

No wonder he always felt something strange, although with black eyes and yellow skin just felt bizarre, turns out to be a Little Japan.

No idea why, the Martial Saint suddenly thought of the Xiao Princess, Ya Yi.

She recently seemed a bit unusual, and a skilled Lady Little Japan appeared today.

Is it a coincidence?

The Martial Saint pondered, eyes gleaming, but mouth remained shut.

And Tanki Liuli who had attacked certainly wouldn’t speak, nor would she apologize.

Jiang Chen wouldn’t demand her apology either, "You take the Martial Saint upstairs."

Upon hearing the words, Daoist Sister promptly got up, acted swiftly without any unnecessary delay, not even slightly worried about someone’s safety, the entire action was extraordinarily efficient.

Could she be a bit embarrassed for creating a blunder after all?

"Bro, it’s okay, I’ll clean up."

The Martial Saint didn’t want to leave, not satisfied after watching such a wonderful action flick.