My Cold CEO Fiancee

Above the Wasteland, the wind was still howling and the snow was still fluttering.    

    

The surrounding temperature gradually rose.    

    

One slash, one slash. Each strike would put an absolute zero degree of power within a radius of three miles. Just how strong was this power?    

    

Only when the dao of the Cultivation Level reached a certain realm did he understand the strength of that blade and that sword just now.    

    

Ma Qingkong understood that Wang Shaoshao was just a little bit away from winning, while Wen Xingchen's victory was a little bit faster.    

    

Powerful, the experts that came from the Immortal Arts world were only a little stronger than Wang Shaoshao.    

    

When she thought back to when Qiu Shuihan had defeated her Eastern Venomous Insect Sect with a single sword strike, she had to say that up until today, the martial way had always been developing.    

    

Wen Xingchen, who was holding onto a dagger, stood silently on the spot. The corpse had already fallen to the ground without any signs of life.    

    

Rubbing her hair that had been chopped in half, she found it hard to believe.    

    

If he had not lived for so many years and experienced many life and death experiences, under the restriction of space, not only would he die today, but his vitality would also be greatly damaged.    

    

Since when did the top powerhouses of this lowly world become so terrifying?    

    

Ma Qingkong walked over slowly and looked at Wang Shaoshao, who was frozen in ice, and sighed with emotion.    

    

"A thousand years ago, I definitely would not have believed that a Martial Cultivator with Secret World would be strong to such an extent."    

    

"Since Wang Shaoshao is so valiant, Murong Feiyu and Zhu Shigui definitely aren't weak either."    

    

Wen Xingchen did not reply. Instead, she adjusted her meridians and began to adapt to the realm of Immortal Level.    

    

After a while, Wen Xingchen let out a long breath, looked at her hands, and sighed with emotion.    

    

The power of his Immortal Level had not changed much, and being able to do this on a basis where his strength was steady, the elders of this world were much stronger than before.    

    

Ma Qingkong noticed that Wen Xingchen was lost in thought and asked, "Miss Wen, what's wrong?"    

    

"I can only sigh at the strength of the Venerable One." Wen Xingchen answered with a smile, "Wang Shaoshao's performance doesn't match your information."    

    

Ma Qingkong smiled embarrassedly.    

    

"My information was indeed off. From the incident with Gaixia, there's something wrong."    

    

"I've also been summarizing the situation these past few days. Now that I think about it, it's probably because the Venerable One had too much love for his own feathers and didn't let go when they fought normally."    

    

"If we were to compare notes with each other in the past, based on the battles of life and death, our estimate of their strength would be accurate, and we would be able to grasp more information from the Venerable One."    

    

Wen Xingchen nodded.    

    

"Really, Zou Jiuzhou also found it."    

    

Ma Qingkong's face turned red and he blamed himself.    

    

"I used to think that everything was under control, but now that I think about it, I'm just being self-righteous."    

    

Wen Xingchen used her mind to scan her surroundings to change the topic.    

    

"If you had fought Wang Shaoshao just now, how many moves would you have taken to solve the problem?"    

    

"I thought that it would be fifty moves, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid that a hundred moves won't be enough!"    

    

Ma Qingkong looked ashamed.    

    

"I started training in the Immortal Arts a thousand years ago, and after a thousand years of comprehension, my understanding of the sword would reach a whole new level as well."    

    

"To this day, Venerable One, who faces Secret World, is still unable to form an overwhelming advantage. There's no excuse."    

    

Wen Xingchen recalled the fight with Wang Shaoshao and said slowly, "This is a special case."    

    

"Zou Jiuzhou hurt Wang Shaoshao. Perhaps the moment he stood in the blizzard, he comprehended something."    

    

"I managed to make it in time. Furthermore, I am determined to die. Thus, my strength is most definitely much stronger than before."    

    

"In addition, there aren't many people who can be as ruthless as him."    

    

Wen Xingchen said confidently.    

    

"From the information you've given me, neither Murong Feiyu nor Zhu Shigui are people who would give up a life and death net."    

    

"We can't let them die. They can only be lambs waiting to be slaughtered."    

    

Ma Qingkong agreed after thinking: "It's an old saying. Bunnies bite when they get anxious."    

    

Wen Xingchen raised her head to look at the dark sky. The emotions in her eyes were complicated.    

    

"A person's potential is limitless. Until the final step, no one will know how strong they are."    

    

Ma Qingkong turned his head and looked into the distance. He said to Wen Xingchen, "Miss Wen, can you agree to one of my requests?"    

    

Wen Xingchen turned her head to look at Ma Qingkong and smiled, "Senior Brother, since you said so, you're treating us as outsiders."    

    

Ma Qingkong laughed at the sky. Finally, he said with a dejected look on his face, "You still call me Senior Brother?"    

    

Wen Xingchen put the short knife on her waist and looked at Ma Qingkong. She frowned and asked, "Did Linlin tell you this?"    

    

"No matter what, I'm someone who has lived for over a thousand years. When I fought with Wang Shaoshao, Miss Wen had demonstrated great attainments. If I were to say that she was someone from this world …"    

    

"I'm afraid even ghosts do not believe me!"    

    

Ma Qingkong held onto the Han Knife tightly and said resolutely, "Miss Wen is someone stronger than Master."    

    

"Stronger than Qiu Shuihan?" Wen Xingchen laughed strangely. "You can even tell that?"    

    

Ma Qingkong nodded: "Miss Wen's final move was very scary."    

    

"What's so scary about it?" Wen Xingchen asked.    

    

"Speed!" "Miss Wen's speed has surpassed my knowledge."    

    

"If it was in my master's world, an expert like Miss Wen would probably be as rare as phoenix feathers or qilin horns, right?"    

    

Wen Xingchen smiled faintly and answered vaguely, "Maybe."    

    

Ma Qingkong sighed, "Master thinks she is brilliant. Later on, she will be found out that she is no more than a chess piece."    

    

Wen Xingchen rejected Ma Qingkong's suggestion: "I didn't plot it, it was all just a coincidence."    

    

Ma Qingkong said with incomparable excitement: "I like this kind of coincidence. At least it allowed me, who was in despair, to see hope again."    

    

Wen Xingchen glanced at Ma Qingkong and waved her hand, "Don't talk so much. If you have any requests, just say it."    

    

"When Ye Lingtian kills me later, I hope Miss Wen will put my soul in this blade."    

    

Wen Xingchen looked Ma Qingkong up and down a few times and then said, "Are you stupid?"    

    

"I'm not stupid at all, because I promised others before."    

    

In the blizzard, Ma Qingkong revealed a rarely seen pure smile. The vicissitudes of life on his face was washed away by this smile.    

    

Wen Xingchen moved closer to Ma Qingkong and warned him, "As a cultivator of the Immortal Arts, you should know what it means to seal your soul within the blade."    

    

"I know. How many years have I been considering this for?"    

    

Ma Qingkong looked at the Han Knife in his hand and a trace of tenderness flashed across his eyes.    

    

"She must be getting impatient."    

    

Wen Xingchen paused for a moment before speaking slowly, "If your Cultivation Level reaches a certain stage, you should be able to …"    

    

Ma Qingkong interrupted Wen Xingchen, "Miss Wen, not everyone can become an expert. I'm well aware of the level of my talent."    

    

Seeing that Wen Xingchen was silent, Ma Qingkong continued, "Master also saw it clearly."    

    

"Therefore, even though Miss Wen knew that she would bump into Ye Lingtian today, she still brought me to the wasteland."    

    

"Putting aside my so called Inherent skill, I also do not have any great opportunities on the path of the Immortal Arts."    

    

From afar, a dot of smoke slowly approached. It was Ye Lingtian.    

    

Ma Qingkong turned around and smiled at Wen Xingchen.    

    

"In this wasteland, not only do we need to bury Wang Shaoshao, we also need to bury me, who has constantly made mistakes and lost all value in using me!"    

    

"In this wasteland, not only do we have to become Miss Wen, but also Ye Lingtian!"    

    

Wen Xingchen looked at Ye Lingtian walking towards her in the snow and wind. She said softly, "Ye Lingtian might not kill you."    

    

"You are only a chess piece, so you have no choice."    

    

"If Ye Lingtian doesn't kill me, I don't plan on living."    

    

Ma Qingkong carried his Han Knife and walked towards Ye Lingtian. Amidst the wind and snow, his voice was floating.    

    

"Even if I don't die after a thousand years, it will still be very painful."    

    

He turned around and looked at Wang Shaoshao's corpse. The next words he said seemed to be for himself.    

    

"Wang Shaoshao comprehended it because he completely saw through his heart. His strength is also because he saw through himself."    

    

"I have already seen through myself. Rather than living like a zombie, it's better to die."    

    

"Earlier, she was living for a long time, but she had to repay her master's kindness, because my life is hers."    

    

"Now that Master has decided to take my life, I am very happy because I have been released."    

    

For a thousand years, only he knew whether it was bitter or sweet. He had already made up his mind about what to do.    

    

In the blizzard, Ye Lingtian stopped and gave Wen Xingchen a big thumbs up.    

    

"Miss Wen acted the same as before, without any hesitation."    

    

Wen Xingchen smiled apologetically. "I was going to leave him to you, but it's difficult."    

    

"It's fine, there's still Ma Qingkong." Ye Lingtian stood face to face with Ma Qingkong as he spoke.    

    

"Regarding the Zhougong Island, you have played very extravagantly." A trace of coldness flashed across Ye Lingtian's eyes.    

    

Ma Qingkong put the Han Knife on the ground: "If you don't have any flowers to play with, you wouldn't be here today. Do you have a cigarette?"    

    

"Yes!" Ye Lingtian took out the Hongta from his pocket and threw one to Ma Qingkong.    

    

The cigarette glowed in a graceful arc in the wind and snow.    

    

Ma Qingkong caught it steadily and looked at the cigarette in his hand, "Mr Ye's method of throwing cigarettes is quite unique."    

    

Ye Lingtian also took one out and lit it up: "Looks like today's battle will not be easy."    

    

"I am also a Immortal Arts Cultivator. If you were to instantly kill my thousand years of comprehension, my master would lose all face."    

    

Ma Qingkong took a long drag on his cigarette, he pouted and said: "Before you fight, why don't you go for a bit?"    

    

Ye Lingtian frowned. "We have something to talk about?"    

    

"Probably not." Ma Qingkong smiled at Ye Lingtian, "But I don't have any plans to make a move against you right now."    

    

"Just because you don't plan on doing anything doesn't mean that I can't kill you!" Ye Lingtian pulled out the cold light from his waist.    

    

Ma Qingkong picked up the Han Knife and turned to leave: "Go ahead."    

    

"What the hell!" Ye Lingtian muttered and followed her. He said in an impenetrable tone, "I am not interested in your story."    

    

"I didn't say I wanted to tell you a story!"    

    

Wu Shuang hefted the Han Knife in his hand, turned his head and smiled at Ye Lingtian: "Why are you telling your * ss to others?"    

    

"It's good that you're aware of this!"    

    

Throwing the cigarette into the snowstorm, Ye Lingtian saw that Ma Qingkong finally stopped and said, "What do you want to say?"    

    

Ma Qingkong carried the Han Knife and sat down. He pursed his lips towards the side: "Let's sit down and talk."    

    

Ye Lingtian was confused by Ma Qingkong's actions.    

    

"Weren't you tired of living just now? You're going back on your word now? "    

    

When Ma Qingkong heard Ye Lingtian's words, he laughed, "It's not going back on your word. I just want to smoke a few more cigarettes. Once my soul enters the knife, I won't be able to taste the taste of cigarettes anymore."    

    

Ye Lingtian threw all the cigarettes to Ma Qingkong.    

    

"I was thinking you should quit smoking. I'm sure you didn't prepare any cigarettes in the Han Knife."