long night walk

Chapter 233 You touch your ears, I touch your hands
"The fourth sword..." Fang Geyu's face gradually became condensed, and his eyes were distant and indifferent.

The person who came was the Tianxi Sword Sect, the fourth-ranked Xue Xuejian, Yun Rong.

Today, she didn't wear white clothes and plain clothes, but changed into a black and red sword robe, with a long sword wrapped in cloth behind her back.

A long blue silk hair was tied up with a crown of the same color, and a silver bell engraved with a sword emblem was hanging between the hair crown and the band, which was ringing in the wind.

She embroidered mountains, rivers, sun and moon, flaming clouds and flowing fires, and unicorns in the dark night between the fronts of her clothes.

Such a person who is out of the world, in this complicated and rigorous black and red sword outfit, the soft and beautiful face is a little more compelling and heroic.

She was looking at Bai Li'an with a half-smile, but her eyes were not given to Fang Geyu at all, as if she was very interested in him.

In other words, she was more interested in his earlobes.

Although Bailian had received some favors from her, Yun Rong was incomparable to someone like Fang Geyu.

Her ears were being pinched and played with like this, and she was still a little uncomfortable after all.

So he politely smiled at Yunrong and said, "Miss Yunrong, can you let go of your hand, it's a little cold."

Although it is a euphemism, it is also true.

Her fingertips were very cold, as if it was from thousands of mountains and rivers, when Yu Jian came, the temperature was blown by the wind and snow.

"Really?" Yun Rong raised her eyebrows and chuckled, but she actually retracted her hand.

"I don't know..." Bailian was about to ask her what was going on.

Seeing the Fourth Sword Master put his finger to his lips, he breathed a few hot breaths, making his fingertips dizzy.

Then he smiled and touched his earlobe with perseverance: "It's not cold now, right? Wow, I thought the body of the corpse was hard, so your earlobe is so soft."

Bailian: "..."

Fang Geyu: "..."

Seeing that Bailian's earlobe was gradually turning red, Fang Geyu raised his small eyebrows and knocked on the table: "Hey, Lord Fourth Sword came uninvited, it's not just to play with your ears. Bar?"

Bailian also retreated to break free of her fingers, and said sternly: "Men and women don't kiss."

Unexpectedly, both of them underestimated the thickness of the fourth sword.

Her fingers seemed to stick to his ears, and she couldn't tell how much force she used, but no matter how much Barian hid, it was difficult to break free.

She casually picked up a fried cake on the table, chewed it casually, and said with a half-smile, "This is really strange, the little girl from Shifang City pinches your ears, and you stay upright. Sitting upright, so obedient, but when you come to me, you won't be molested?"

After speaking, Fang Geyu was startled, and couldn't help but glance at Bailian.

When she squeezed him just now, he did not appear to be so conflicted and awkward now, just as Yun Rong said.

Sitting in a serious manner, letting her do what she did, she was too good.

This subtle distinction...

Fang Geyu felt as if his heart had been stepped on by a furry cat's paw pads.

Soft and fluffy.

Bailian was very speechless: "The girl has said the words of flirting, how can I still let you continue."

Yun Rong slowly ate the half of the fried cake, and didn't mind that it was what Fang Geyu had eaten, and he didn't even notice the arrogance of the fourth sword.

After eating, he slowly rubbed the oil between his fingers on Bailian's clothes, smiling amiably: "Don't be afraid, I just want to see your ears."

The fourth sword of Tianxi, Yunrong.

With a free and easy temperament, he is truly a rare and unrestrained person in this world. The only thing he loves in his heart is the sword.

It is often this kind of free and easy temperament that really makes people look up to the mountains and respect them.

Fang Geyu looked at her with an amiable smile, but in those dark eyes, there was no fluctuation, it was not heartless, but a real indifference.

Those eyes, like looking at some kind of interesting pet, are half-smiles.

Bailian's eyes moved, but he suddenly lowered his head, looking at the plain hands wiping the oil stains between the clothes on his chest, his eyes suddenly darkened a bit: "Miss Yunrong recognized the sword mark between her lower ears. "

Yun Rong smiled irrefutably, raised his chin with his clean fingers, and brought his face to the window.

She squinted her pale pair of water-cut pupils, and the slender ends focused on the little bit of red between his ears.

She tilted her head and said, "Interesting."

Bailian pursed her lips, tilted her head to avoid her fingers, and swept her eyes to her hands, and suddenly said, "I met someone today."

Yun Rong's lips continued to smile: "Well."

Bailian said calmly: "That person planted the Tianxi Sword Seal on me."

Yun Rong raised her eyebrows, her expression unchanged: "Huh?"

Bailian said: "Miss Yunrong's hand is also that person's hand... It's just as beautiful."

This time, Yun Rong's finger finally left his ear, and the tail finger swiped lightly on his earlobe, even the movement was exactly the same as that man.

However, the man's tail left a sword mark on him.

However, Yun Rong, with the light hook of her tail finger, took that little red-like cinnabar sword print to her fingertips.

Looking at Bailian with a smile in his eyes: "The eyes are not bad."

Bailian watched the redness carried by the fingertips of her tail finger, flowing like a waterline liquid, and then quickly rushed into her cuff, flowing all the way along the white wrist.

The thin red line climbed up between the pure white neck, and finally settled between her earlobes, like jade porcelain dotted with cinnabar, bright red and beautiful.

She forcibly sealed the soul-splitting sword seal in her body.

Bailian frowned slightly, wondering what she meant.

Yun Rong pinched her earlobe and leaned in front of the window, her voice flat: "But after only one meeting, you remember the shape of that person's hand?"

Bailian looked at her calmly, and said seriously, "That's a pair of hands suitable for practicing swords."

Yun Rong raised an eyebrow and smiled, but did not speak.

Bailian's eyes moved slightly, seemingly hesitant, but he finally said abruptly: "Can I touch your hand?"

Fang Geyu knocked over the pot of pepper tea and looked at him speechlessly.

Yun Rong's raised eyebrows slowly sank.

For such a rude remark, she was unexpectedly tolerant and generous, and she was not angry, but more interest and curiosity appeared in her eyes.

"Well... it's because I teased you just now, so you want to tease you back?" she said.

Bailian didn't admit or deny it, and asked very persistently, "Is it okay?"

Fang Geyu rolled his eyes and said in a breathless voice, "Who are you trying to take advantage of, that is Yun Rong, one of the thirteen swords of Tianxi!"

"Okay." Yun Rong's answer was very refreshing, she put her right hand in Bailian's hand very generously, her dark eyes were very deep: "Just touch you once, only once, so the little corpse Demon, you have to touch it carefully."

(End of this chapter)