Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot

Inside the room, everyone huddled together by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Ji Jing’s calm and deliberate actions.

“Does she still have so many talismans? Is she going to use them to block the thunder?” Fu Xian asked nervously.

“Maybe…” He Xin had a bad feeling about this. Could talismans really block heavenly thunder? He didn’t understand Taoism, but he sensed something wasn’t right. And why hadn’t Ji Jing drawn her sword yet?

Xue Meng and Xue Zhong held several cell phones in their hands, dialing everyone’s numbers, Fu Xian’s, Jiang Tao’s, Ji Jing’s… Xue Meng kept calling, and Xue Zhong frantically sent messages to Mingze: “Hurry back to save her! Ji Jing is about to be struck by lightning!”

“Cleansing talisman, fortune-turning talisman…” Ji Jing counted her remaining talismans with a somewhat ironic smile. Not one useful talisman left.

No choice, the thunder was coming, so be it!

Ji Jing looked up at the dark clouds covering the sky. If this was heaven’s will, then let it come. She would not regret it. She just wished she had had the chance to say goodbye to Mingze.

“Why isn’t she moving?” He Xin suddenly stood up.

“She has a way… she has a Daoist’s way!” Jiang Tao abruptly realized, and he ran to the door.

A bright flash of white light passed before his eyes, and the thunder, which had been brewing for a long time, finally struck.

Ji Jing watched in astonishment as the thunderbolt descended upon her. The moment should have been very short, but it seemed so prolonged in her eyes.

Prolonged enough that Ji Jing even had a moment of illusion, where she thought she saw a pair of familiar dragon horns.

“Mingze?!” Ji Jing’s vision darkened as the blinding white light was suddenly blocked by a colossal figure, a pair of familiar dragon horns – it was him!

“Boom!” However, in the next second, an immense thunderclap crashed onto Ji Jing. Terrifying pressure enveloped her, and her already weakened body couldn’t withstand it. She fell to the ground.

“Ji Jing!” Jiang Tao was the first to rush over. He stumbled over the threshold. He Xin and Fu Xian, looking disheveled, followed him, stumbling over each other as they reached the door.

“It’s my fault for being late,” Mingze steadied Ji Jing’s body, lifting her up by the waist.

“Phew,” everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“She’s safe.” The moment Mingze set foot in the courtyard, rain suddenly poured down from the overcast sky. The thunder was still striking, but it seemed that the aim was off, as each bolt landed erratically near Mingze.

The destroyed formation in the courtyard began to automatically repair itself. The plants, flowers, and trees stretched and straightened in the rain. The ground, which had been disrupted by the evil spirits, smoothed itself out, and everything returned to normal in an instant.

The intense battle that had taken place just moments ago seemed like nothing had happened.

Ah, Mingze gazed tenderly at Ji Jing and sighed. What should I do with you?

As Mingze carefully cleaned Ji Jing’s wounds with a cotton ball soaked in iodine, he felt a twinge of pain each time he cleaned another cut.

Was it worth it to use her blood to form an array? Was it worth the risk of being struck by lightning to save a group of unfamiliar evil spirits?

He knew that this was Ji Jing. This was her, fighting against the unjust will of the heavens – that was her destiny.

However… Mingze decided to impose a small punishment on her, hoping that she would cherish herself more..