"Why? Afraid of being discovered?"
Song Ditang put down the dagger, his eyes deep, and his jade-like fingers gently stroked the snow-white neck of the woman in front of him who had once obsessed him, and noticed her abnormal reaction of extreme rejection.
He chuckled softly.
"How could I bear to kill you this time? The trials that all the sects will go to together in a month..."
Song Ditang's fingertips slid gently from Fei Wan's neck to her lips. He smiled and asked, "You will go, right?"
Although it was a questioning tone, it carried an implication that no one could refuse.
Fei Wan raised her head and looked at him, then asked, "What if I don't go?"
"There, I look forward to meeting you again."
Song Ditang leaned close to her, whispered in her ear, and gently licked her earlobe as if feeling the ambiguity between lovers.
What is this...pervert?
Fei Wan frowned in disgust, and the next moment, as her mind moved, the sword came out and cut through Song Ditang's sleeve.
A few drops of blood splashed onto the ground between his sleeves. Song Ditang didn't seem to expect Fei Wan to dare to fight him. He was surprised, but then he laughed. Instead of being angry, he gently licked his scratched hand.
"Wanwan...I really like your true side."
Like a madman, he really enjoyed this feeling. Song Ditang seemed to feel a little regretful that he could not stay with Fei Wan any longer. He looked back gently, with madness flashing in his eyes.
"I can't wait to destroy you... but it's a pity that this time it can't be like last time."
After leaving these words, Song Ditang disappeared.
Except for the bloodstains on the ground, everything seemed like a dream.
Although Fei Wan was a little distressed about how to deal with the bloodstains, although it was a small amount, cultivators were extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, but she did not regret it.
Song Ditang gave her a terrible feeling and always seemed very difficult to deal with.
“Senior Sister…?”
Ye Nanxing's voice sounded outside the house again.
"Come in."
Fei Wan calmed down and returned to his previous state.
“Senior Sister…”
Ye Nanxing stepped into the room, his eyes falling on the few drops of blood on the ground in front of Fei Wan, and he hesitated for a moment.
"hiss."
Fei Wan let out a low cry and put his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened.
This move really attracted Ye Nanxing's great attention. Without thinking too much, Ye Nanxing gently took Fei Wan's hand and brought him in front of him.
I saw the scratches on her fingers, which were still red.
"Senior Sister, how did you hurt your hand?"
"It's okay, but I just started practicing and wanted to see how the mind and the Lingxi Sword would work together. I didn't expect that my cultivation level wouldn't allow me to control the sword with my mind."
Fei Wan pulled his hand away and waved it to indicate that everything was fine.
She used her spiritual power to cut her finger and barely got away with it.
Fortunately, Ye Nanxing is easy to deceive, but I feel a little sorry for the young man in front of me.
The young man took it seriously, and a look of heartache flashed across his clear eyes. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then took out a piece of brocade handkerchief from his wide sleeves.
"Senior sister, here you go."
Fei Wan was stunned. "What?"
It wasn't until she realized what was happening that she replied, "No need. My cultivation has already recovered."
Since Ye Nanxing had handed over the handkerchief, it would be inappropriate for him to just take it back. He simply leaned over very carefully, holding the handkerchief with his bony hands, and wiped it gently with a little tenderness, cleaning the bloodstains on the ground for her.
"Thank you, Nanxing."
Ye Nanxing turned his head and received Fei Wan's praise, and his serious brows relaxed.
"Senior sister, please be careful next time."
After he had dealt with everything, Fei Wan remembered to ask him why he came to see her.
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