The wind chime shook its head:
"That's the one you always use to chop me, but you never actually use it. It's the one you use to scare me."
If Qingyan: ? ? ?
He suddenly revealed all her secret thoughts, making her feel extremely embarrassed.
He gritted his teeth and whispered:
"I wasn't trying to scare you, I really wanted to chop you up, but you dodged too quickly..."
"Mmm, yes, yes, hahaha..."
"Don't laugh!"
She gently pinched the wind chime, a subtle threat.
Then, on a whim, he pulled the sword out of his little otherworld.
Do you know whose sword this is?
Fengling smiled and took the sword from her hand.
Ruo Qingyan shook her head:
"My father didn't tell me."
"Of course he wouldn't dare tell you that this is his first love's sword, hahaha!"
Ruo Qingyan's small mouth was slightly open, and she had a strange expression on her face:
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm not making this up, it's true..."
!
Ruo Qingyan looked at the sword, her heart filled with doubt, confusion, and shock!
"But what does this have to do with divine decree..."
As she spoke, Ruo Qingyan suddenly stopped and looked at the wind chime in disbelief!
"You mean... my father's first love was...?"
The wind chimes smiled and nodded:
"Yes, it's my mother."
!!
Ruo Qingyan finally understood why the wind chime could summon the sword spirit within that sword!
So that's how it is!
While she was still in shock, Fengling asked with a smile:
"So guess what kind of relationship we have?"
? ? ?
What does it mean if Ruo Qingyan froze on the spot?
Is there... any connection between us?
Is it the blood-related kind?
The expression on her face first changed from strangeness to shock, then to confusion, then gradually to sadness, and finally to despair.
No way...
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her hands, which had been tightly gripping the wind chimes, gradually loosened and began to tremble.
That can't be...
Seeing that she was about to cry again, Fengling quickly said in alarm:
"We're a couple..."
Ruo Qingyan: ...
His expression instantly turned cold, and he looked at the wind chimes with hostility.
If the sword weren't in my hand, I would have definitely slashed him with one blow!
Looking into that cold gaze, Fengling felt a wave of fear wash over her; she had almost gotten herself killed... What a close call!
Quickly change the subject:
"So the second sentence should mean, 'Stab me with this sword.'"
As he spoke, he held the sword horizontally, aiming it at his own arm, intending to strike.
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