His voice was extremely cold. “I don’t have such a thing.”
Kindness means bias.
Being biased is unfair.
Everything in the world should occupy equal weight in his heart.
Once you pay too much attention to something and become obsessed with it, your spiritual heart will be destroyed.
He wouldn't let her be "different."
Absolutely not.
Shen Zhiyi stared at his opening and closing lips, watching the snowflakes fall on the soft crimson lips, and then be smeared by the cold and hard arc.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Even the wind and snow seemed to stop for a moment.
"What are you babblein' about?" She swallowed, "I want to kiss..."
Cang Liuyu's expression froze for a moment.
"Don't make me stick a sword in you."
"Yeah?" Shen Zhiyi was shy and blinked at him, "Can I get something else?"
"Fiercer than the sword..."
Her eyelashes fluttered and a blush appeared on her face.
Staring straight at...
Cang Liuyu: ...
He took out the Broken Water Sword and placed it across her neck.
"You really are not afraid of death."
Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
She wasn't stunned by fear, but by the handsome face that stood alone like jade in the snowy wind.
She began to understand what Elder Qi said: "To die under the peony flowers is to be a romantic ghost."
She rested her head on the hilt of his sword.
Tilt your head and look at him.
"Is this how you die? Huh?"
Her crystal clear eyes, like melted frost and snow, looked at him frankly and lovely.
The wind and snow were howling.
Her hair was lifted up, and it fluttered along with the hem of her red dress.
It is as gorgeous as spring, yet it has the purest innocence.
Cang Liuyu's eyes suddenly darkened.
My throat rolled.
Sheathing the sword, he turned around, tightening his grip on the hilt with each finger bone. "You should be thankful that killing is not allowed in the Secret Realm Trial."
"otherwise……"
He gave me a warning look.
Shen Zhiyi was not afraid at all. He took advantage of the amnesty of "no killing" he mentioned and became bolder.
With his hands behind his back, he walked around him.
"What else?"
She leaned over, stretched out her fingertips, and poked the hilt of the sword hanging at his side. "Otherwise, Master Sword Master will use the sword to teach me a lesson?"
She looked up at him.
Cang Liuyu lowered his eyes.
He is tall.
Looking down from this angle, one can easily see her waist slumped, and because of the movement, a patch of snow-white flesh is exposed under the veil.
The clothes of the Hehuan Sect are really inappropriate.
His eyebrows moved.
I raised my eyelids and looked at the towering and motionless snow-capped mountains in the distance.
He said calmly, "You have just established your foundation, and your cultivation is not stable. It is better for you to stay in this illusion for a few more hours before leaving."
“Ah?!” Shen Zhiyi’s sky collapsed.
Where's the promised stick of incense?!
She suddenly felt cold again.
"Master Sword Master..." She looked at him pitifully. Her soft, boneless hand moved from the hilt of the sword to a piece of his clothes, pinched it, and shook it. "Take me out..."
“It’s really cold…”
I don’t know if this illusion can sense people’s minds.
Just now, she was so absorbed in the joy of advancement and the pleasure of teasing him that she completely forgot about the cold.
I feel it's bearable.
But now.
She noticed she was cold, and the chill suddenly became unbearable.
Her internal organs were shaking.
"You're just acting like a spoiled brat." Cang Liuyu's eyebrows were indifferent, still looking at the snow-capped mountains.
Shen Zhiyi loosened the hand that was holding the corner of his clothes.
Wrap your arms around his waist.
"Then give me a hug." She threw herself into his arms and sighed, "Hmm...Master Sword Master."
"You're so hot."
Cang Liuyu's black pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body froze.
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