Chapter 135 If Line: If Song Jinhe is Reborn (24)

The Wei family's martial arts training ground.

At this time, Wei Rong had changed into a black suit, his long hair tied into a high ponytail with a black hairband, and he held a sword in his hand.

Yunshan looked at the young man in black opposite him and always had a bad feeling.

Yun Fu, who was watching from a distance, looked at the two people on the martial arts stage. She ran over to her third senior brother and whispered, "Senior brother, you are not allowed to use too much force! Do you hear me? Otherwise, I won't give you the medicine I developed later, and I will also ask Senior Sister not to give you the poison powder!"

Yunshan's eyes widened when he heard what Junior Sister said, "No, Junior Sister, why are you so protective of this pretty boy?!"

He actually brought out the senior sister!

Yun Fu twirled her fingers with a guilty conscience, "Anyway, we should stop here and not hurt Brother Zi Yang."

Wei Rong watched Afu and her senior brother talking in low voices. The profile reflected by the silver sword blade was still as gentle and handsome as before, and even the curve of the corners of his mouth was the same as usual.

But the hand gripping the hilt of the sword had already turned white, veins were exposed on the back of the hand, and the bitterness mixed with jealousy in his eyes almost made it impossible for him to maintain his superficial composure.

Zishi and Shenshi, who were also watching, seemed to have noticed something.

Shen Shi held the sword in his hand and shook his head, "Someone is going to be unlucky~"

"Miss Fu's behavior at this moment is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire~"

Shen Shi added with a smile.

The corners of Zishi's lips on his cold and hard face couldn't help but move, "I didn't expect you to be able to see that you've made progress."

When Shen Shi heard Zi Shi's words, he frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zishi said no more, raised his chin, and signaled to watch quietly.

On the martial arts stage, Wei Rong held a sword in his hand, a faint smile on his face, "Senior Brother Yun, please—"

Yunshan looked at the smile on the boy's face, and his ominous premonition became more and more obvious.

Thinking of the instructions from his junior sister just now, Yunshan took his sword and dodged forward, still holding back some strength.

Unexpectedly, when the two swords collided, the sparks from the friction of the blades flashed into Yunshan's eyes.

His arm was numb from the shock, and his grip on the sword almost loosened.

Yunshan took two steps back uncontrollably, and looked at the person in front of him with narrowed eyes.

Wei Rong no longer had the gentleness and humility he had just had, and the cruelty on his face was almost overflowing.

The following fight became more and more bizarre. On the surface, he suppressed Wei Rong, but in fact, this man took advantage of the arc of turning to hit Wei Rong's ribs with his shoulders and elbows, or almost tripped him while moving.

Yunshan staggered several times, sweat oozing from his forehead. He wanted to question his despicable behavior, but his sword moves made him breathless.

Yun Fu, who was in the audience, was terrified.

Just when Yunshan was about to lose his strength and was ready to give up fighting with this villain, the man opposite him suddenly changed his tactics, and the sword's momentum suddenly decreased, seemingly to attack his lower body. He subconsciously raised his sword to block it, but saw that the pretty boy turned his wrist quickly and actually put his left arm towards the tip of his sword.

Yunshan's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

With a "swish" sound, the sword blade made a sound as it cut through flesh.

Wei Xiaobai groaned, staggered back half a step, and his arm instantly turned dark red. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he pressed his hand on the wound.

When she raised her eyes, her face had turned pale, and she looked at him with a helpless smile, "It's my fault that I'm not as skilled as you, Senior Brother Yun... Thank you for letting me."

Yunshan: ...

When Yun Fu saw that Wei Rong's arm was scratched, she hurriedly picked up her skirt and trotted onto the martial arts stage. She quickly supported Wei Rong, and her fingertips just touched the sticky blood.

The little girl's eyes widened instantly, "Brother Ziyang..."

Then he turned to look at his senior brother holding the sword, with a fierce face, "Senior brother! Didn't I tell you to let him go? Why did you hit him so hard?"

Yunshan's hand holding the sword creaked. It was obvious that this pretty boy had bumped into him!

And although he seems to be fine now, he actually has dull pain in several places under his ribs.

He opened his mouth to explain that it was this pretty boy who had played a trick on him, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted.

Wei Rong's face was pale, and he covered his scratched arm. His voice was still gentle and harmless, "Afu, there is no need to blame Brother. Swords have no eyes. It's my inferior skills. This is just a minor injury. It won't cause any trouble."

Yun Fu looked at the boy's pale face, which was still pretending to be calm, and her eyes reddened. "Brother Zi Yang is already very powerful. Come on, I'll go treat your wound."

Wei Rong looked at the little girl's eyes full of heartache, lowered his eyes, and concealed the dark light that flashed in his eyes.

Letting the little girl support him, Wei Rong said as he passed by Yunshan, "I, Wei, accept the bet and admit defeat. This sword will belong to you from now on."

As he said this, he handed the sword in his hand to Yunshan.

Yunshan felt that winning this competition would be more painful than losing!

My junior sister is completely fascinated by this pretty boy!!!

Wei Rong naturally did not forget to instruct his subordinates to arrange guest rooms, and asked someone to invite Doctor He to treat Yunshan's old injuries.

This courtesy made Yun Fu feel even more that Brother Zi Yang was a really good and gentle person.

Yunshan: ...Hehe.

Smiling is a courtesy and also a warning.

Damn pretty boy! Vixen!

Yun Fu carefully supported Wei Rong, whose arm was injured, back to the yard and found the medicine box.

Yangyang was originally chasing butterflies in the yard. When he saw his little master coming back, he ran over and smelled a strong smell of blood.

The kitten's fur instantly stood up, and its tail twitched anxiously.

He kept meowing behind the little girl.

Yun Fu heard Yangyang's cry and touched its little head with her clean hand. "I'm fine, Yangyang. It's Brother Ziyang who is injured, not me."

Hearing this, Yangyang looked at the young man sitting on the chaise longue, and his ruffled hair gradually calmed down.

It jumped to the boy with a cat-like gait, stretched out its little paws, scratched his sleeve, and meowed twice.

Wei Rong looked at the little cat squatting beside him, stretching out its claws to scratch him as if to comfort him, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"It seems that the fried fish I fed you these days were not in vain."

When Yangyang heard this, he proudly retracted his claws, then jumped onto the table on the other side and squatted down.

Yun Fu skillfully cut open the clothes at her arms and first used a clean towel dipped in liquor.

Looking at the pale Wei Rong, Yun Fu pursed her lips and said, "Brother Zi Yang, this may be a little painful, just bear with it."

Wei Rong's bloodless lips lifted slightly, "Okay~"

Outside the house, Shen Shi shook his head and communicated with the person next to him using ventriloquism.

If the prince's injury is not treated, it may heal.

When Zishi heard Shenshi's ventriloquism, his brows moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

[Did the prince injure himself on purpose? Was he trying to make Miss Fu anxious?]

Shen Shi was a little confused.

When Zishi heard this, the corners of his lips rose slightly.

Not too stupid.

When Shen Shi heard this, he immediately felt as if his eyes had been opened.

[Prince, are you...feeling aroused?]

Zishi did not speak.

Finally, Shen Shi secretly took a look at the scene inside the house and was secretly surprised. Are they about to have a Crown Prince Consort?!

On the other side, He Zhixian was treating the injuries of a young man who was about the same age as Wei Xiaozi.

Looking at the several bruises three inches away from the boy's ribs, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"It's not easy to recover from this position. It will hurt for a few days~"

Yunshan smiled coldly when he heard this.

It's all thanks to that pretty boy! Where does such hostility come from?

When Yunshan saw the peerless sword, his anger was half extinguished.

Forget it, for the sake of this sword, I will find Junior Sister Cricket when I have the chance and let her know how insidious this pretty boy is!!!