685. Knife marks must not be left.
Seeing that Dao Ling had changed into a long robe, He Chen couldn't help but smile slightly. The robe was beautiful, but it might not suit Dao Ling herself.
After thinking for a moment, she said softly, "I don't know much about clothing either. How about I have Yunsu and the others teach you when we get back?"
With a hint of inquiry, yet with the care and love of one's own family, the intention is to help the sword spirit better adapt to the human way of life and better integrate into their world.
It's also better not to simply expose it.
However, seeing the sword spirit overflowing with spiritual energy and seemingly detached from worldly affairs, it seems truly difficult to conceal its true nature.
Upon hearing this, Dao Ling nodded slightly, a gentle smile appearing on her face.
The sound was crisp and clear, incredibly soft, like celestial music, unforgettable. One whispered, "Okay."
Dao Ling smiled and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, the aura around her began to flow, and lightning, fire, and wind dragons quietly began to operate on her body.
Then, a mist shrouded the area, within which seven-colored light shimmered. In the dim light, the black robe gradually faded, eventually turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating into the air.
Ling slowly formed a set of exquisite shorts and a short skirt. The super shorts were elegant and luxurious in color, like a light cloud floating by.
It sways gently without any wind.
The shorts were the perfect length, showcasing her long, flawless legs.
This outfit bears a striking resemblance to the styles worn by Yun Su, Piao Miao Yue, and Jing Zhai, as if it were specially tailor-made for the sword spirit.
He Chen was stunned by what he saw.
He couldn't help but look the sword spirit up and down, his eyes flashing with amazement.
At this moment, the sword spirit seemed like a fairy descended to earth, so beautiful that one could not look away.
He Chen shook his head slightly, his gaze deep, and softly instructed, 'Don't wear this in front of others.'
Although the voice was gentle, the tone carried an undeniable firmness.
Upon hearing this, Dao Ling was slightly taken aback, seemingly puzzled.
She looked down at the elegant shorts and skirt she was wearing, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
She probably didn't find anything wrong with the outfit; on the contrary, she felt very comfortable and at ease.
Seeing this, He Chen sighed softly and explained seriously, 'Such beauty can only be appreciated by me.'
Dao Ling smiled sweetly upon hearing He Chen's praise.
The joy on his lips was undisguised; this outfit was a deliberate change made for He Chen.
She turned around slightly, her clothes fluttering as if showing He Chen her new image.
He Chen carefully observed for a moment.
Dao Ling smiled slightly, and in an instant, she was back to wearing puff sleeves and high-waisted pants.
Black jumpsuit with a backless design
White openwork, mesh clothing
Short skirt with embroidered mesh.
Red silk bodycon dress.
Before half a cup of tea had passed, she changed her outfit, then stood up an inch off the ground and turned around gently.
The clothes seemed to be those worn by women such as Yunsu, Huifu, Piaomiaoyue, Jingzhai, Xiuxiu, Hanlinling, Yunyan, Fanghua, and Huayu.
Pure and clear, like translucent white jade.
Unparalleled in its beauty, yet it touches the heart of a sinner.
One glance is enough to make you fall into a deep abyss, never wanting to wake up.
After a short while, the sword spirit slowly stopped, its black dragon-shaped ancient battle robe vividly lifelike, just like a real dragon, only covering its vital parts.
She nodded slightly, indicating that she would pay attention to her attire and no longer display her clothes casually.
He Chen nodded helplessly and draped his wide black robe over the sword spirit.
Dao Ling took a small step forward, her fingers slender and soft, as smooth as silk. She gently took He Chen's arm, her pulse as steady as a normal person's, and the warmth of her hand transmitted to He Chen through the fabric-like fabric.
At this moment, the sword spirit felt an unprecedented warmth and peace.
The movements were natural and intimate, as if they had been repeated countless times and had become a tacit understanding between them.
His other hand gripped the Gentleman's Blade tightly. The blade gleamed with a cold light, yet it was as gentle as clay. With the blade in his hand, he felt it was the only thing he could rely on to protect his heart.
He Chen shook his head slowly with a hint of helplessness, quietly letting the sword spirit lean closely against him.
He Chen's eyes were calm. At this moment, his divine sense seemed to be no longer concealed or obstructed. He quietly followed the knife marks and looked into the distance, where there was an endless desert.
At this moment, the sword spirit nestled beside him, showing great affection, while He Chen remained unmoved.
His eyes were deep like an ancient pool, calm like autumn water. Looking into the distance, they seemed to see through the desert, radiating a detached and firm demeanor that transcended the mundane world.
The pupils seemed to absorb all the light, concentrating it into a sharp beam that pierced through the layers of heat and dust, shooting straight towards the distant, sand-swept landscape.
It was a forbidden land for living beings, a paradise of madness, and at the same time, it seemed to be calling out to itself.
Slowly withdrawing my gaze, I saw that nearby, the sand dunes undulated, like a sleeping giant beast.
Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow by, stirring up layers of sand waves and producing a low, long whistling sound.
The allure emanating from the distance seemed to whisper, "Come, here you'll find everything you desire: immortality!"
The longer you gaze at it, the more you feel an alluring force beckoning you.
Before them lay a landscape of ethereal beauty, while in the distance, a mystical aura swirled, strange phenomena filled the sky, and rare and precious materials glittered everywhere.
Behind them, it seemed as if a strange gloom was shrouding them.
The once lush and vibrant Shiwan Mountains have now become a gloomy and desolate desert, appearing dark and cold, as if every grain of sand hides endless danger and terror.
A low, eerie whistling sound echoed in my ears, coming from behind me from time to time, like the weeping of countless wronged souls, or the low roar of a demon.
The allure grew stronger, as if surging from all directions, trying to pull He Chen and his companion into that endless abyss.
The divine bell shield moved without wind, gently covering the sword spirit's entire body, while an invisible force seemed to be slowly invading from all around.
The thousand-mile-long knife mark before them was now as bright as day, radiating a slow, holy light that blocked the eroding winds from both sides.
The blade's energy soared into the sky, incredibly sharp, and despite the erosion of wind and sand, it could not be shaken in the slightest.
The knife scar resembled a giant dragon winding across the earth, its imposing, powerful, and awe-inspiring presence stirring the soul and shaking the world.
It remains unaffected by wind and sand erosion, sharp as ever, and gleams with a cold light.
He couldn't help but gently stroke the sword spirit's head, feeling the warmth and power emanating from her.
I don't know when she changed into a white mesh mini skirt.
Crystal clear, like flawless white jade.
Tall and straight, it embodies boundless strength and resilience.
A slender waist, smooth lines, and unparalleled charm.
Feeling the warmth and the unusual fragrance, I was completely captivated.
He Chen thought to himself, 'The knife mark must not be left.'
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