Chapter 1705 Three Minutes Countdown
Countdown three minutes.
Shen Pianpian had already placed fruits and snacks on the table, and sat cross-legged on the sofa to post the last Weibo.
[Chen Pianxian V: Countdown three minutes, everyone sit in front of the TV and watch TV. After the two episodes are over, I will give out benefits to 100 million fans~]
Once the Weibo post was released, it immediately caused Caterpillar to scream crazily and forward it.
[Ahhhhhh, I'm already sitting! My heart is racing like crazy! I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack!]
[I can't even blink! I'm looking forward to Xia Fuyi and the fan benefits! ! ]
[Blast your ratings! I absolutely can't miss a single commercial! ! ]
Ahhh, my fanbase has surpassed 100 million. Why do I have so many rivals in love?! ! ! I'm so upset! ! !
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After reading some of the comments, Shen Pianxian put away her phone with a smile and grabbed an apple on the table to eat.
Sitting next to her was Mr. Cheng with a cold expression.
Mr. Cheng glanced at the girl with a cold expression, took the apple, and started peeling it with a knife.
"Don't you know the common sense of peeling unwashed fruit before eating it?"
Miss Shen pouted as she watched him peel the apple.
Just then, her voice suddenly appeared on the TV.
"When I first saw you, I felt so happy."
The voice was slightly chilly, like the wind blowing snow on the top of a mountain, indifferent as if it had no emotion at all. But it was such a clean voice, mixed with spotless and extremely serious emotions, that moved people's hearts at the first sound.
It's like a light snowflake falling on your skin and hair, soaking into your blood and heart, letting this refreshing coolness spread throughout your body, engraved into your soul and your dreams every night.
Shen Pianpian's ears immediately twitched, and she turned her head alertly. Sure enough, the TV had already entered the pre-broadcast stage.
On the LCD TV, the two words "Shangxie" are written in black and winding, hanging in the upper left corner like a dragon riding on the mist.
The TV screen has already shown the first meeting at the top of the mountain.
The wind was cold and the snow was chilly. The girl's white robe fluttered and her black hair fluttered. She pointed the sword in her hand at the newcomer. She raised her chin slightly and looked at him with a gaze as cold as the sword, filled with frost and snow, and an innate arrogance.
In her sight, the man wore a silver mask, and behind the mask were eyes as clear as autumn water and amber, containing her sharpness and coldness without any ripples.
The wind blew up on the top of the mountain, and the TV screen turned with the sound of the wind, turning into a large area of sword tombs.
Long swords and broken weapons can be seen everywhere in this cold and desolate tomb, like an ancient battlefield washed away by time.
Under the blue sky, the sound of sword tips scraping across the ground was heard.
A figure in green clothes stained with blood slowly appeared in the camera. The girl was covered in blood, her face was pale, and she walked towards them dragging the sword. Scarlet blood kept flowing out of her green sleeves, flowing along her white wrists, over the hilt, and down the sword body. The tip of the sword finally drew a scarlet winding track on the ground, making a sharp and piercing sound.
Her injuries were severe, but her steps were very steady.
She walked slowly towards the bluestone hall on top of the sword tomb, her cold black pupils as if washed by snow water always looking at the road ahead, with an indestructible attitude of "I will go forward even if there are thousands of people against me".
The melody of drums and zither was like the scene of soldiers retreating from a battlefield and watching the wasteland stained with blood and corpses scattered all over the ground. In the music, the cool female voice sounded again.
“Everything I did was just to survive.”
"Everything I do from now on is to keep you alive."
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