Girl, let me check it out.

If other children from aristocratic families heard this, their jaws would probably drop to the ground.

Would the eldest daughter of Lanling Xiao Clan take the initiative to apologize to others?

Ah, no, the eldest lady of the Xiao family in Lanling still talks to others?

But Fang Weihan was angry at the time. Although his expression improved a lot after hearing her words, he still rejected her.

"No, you must cut me with your sword today."

He said angrily.

"But I don't...ah!"

Xiao Jin subconsciously took a step back, but didn't notice that she tripped over her skirt.

She lost her balance and fell backwards.

What's worse is that Xiao Jinyi was so nervous that he actually let go of the Zhuye Sword in his hand.

The sword was thrown high up and then fell sideways. It seemed that it landed exactly where Xiao Jin fell.

Fang Weihan's pupils suddenly shrank, obviously he was caught off guard by the current situation.

What kind of idiot is this eldest daughter of Lanling Xiao family?

Can this throw the sword in his hand?

He didn't think too much about it, he just acted subconsciously based on his body's instinctive reaction.

"Boom."

Xiao Jin fell to the ground in a mess, and his hands grabbed around and knocked over a chair next to him.

“Ouch… it hurts.”

The back of her head hit the cold bluestone floor, causing stars to appear in her eyes.

Xiao Jin rubbed his sore buttocks, finally came to his senses, and was about to stand up.

But suddenly she felt something warm liquid flowing onto her face.

"Eh?"

Xiao Jin subconsciously wiped it with her fingertips.

She looked at her fingers and found them covered in scarlet blood.

is blood!

Her eyes suddenly widened and she looked upwards.

Fang Weihan leaned forward, stretched out his hands, and used the posture of a waiter's tray to hold the Zhu Ye sword that was about to fall.

His palm was pressed on the edge of the sword, and the edge of the sword had penetrated three points into the flesh.

Blood flowed down his palm and along his forearm, forming a hideous red line.

The blood that just dripped onto Xiao Jin's face came from his wound.

"What is the origin of this sword of yours?"

Fang Weihan's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his voice was trembling because of the pain.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a sword spirit, but it's so aggressive that it was almost cut off by my hand."

"But luckily I'm one step ahead."

His face was pale and he was breathing heavily, but he still looked disdainful.

Originally, he thought that with his Mingwu second-level skin and the protection of his blood, this sword, which had no owner's control and was just falling naturally, would at most only scratch his skin. But he didn't expect the sword to be so sharp that it almost cut off his fingers.

But luckily, she caught it, otherwise the stupid lady below would have been injured more seriously.

Fang Weihan breathed a sigh of relief.

"You...you're bleeding...you're bleeding a lot!"

Xiao Jin's panicked voice sounded, with a slight tremor in it.

"I know. Do I need to tell you that?"

Fang Weihan replied impatiently.

Xiao Jin stood up in a hurry, carefully lifted the long sword that was pressing on his palm, and threw it aside.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's all my fault..."

The girl's eyes were red in an instant, and she was crying like pear blossoms with rain.

"do not Cry."

Fang Weihan was upset by her crying.

Seeing that Xiao Jin did not respond, he shouted again with a heavier tone:

"do not Cry."

The girl's delicate body trembled suddenly, like a frightened rabbit.

Fang Weihan used blood energy to seal his proximal blood vessels to prevent massive blood loss.

"I caught the sword myself. It has nothing to do with you."

Seeing that Xiao Jin seemed to be frightened by him, he still said something comforting.

"But I...if I hadn't held it firmly...you wouldn't have..."

Xiao Jin sobbed, her shoulders trembled, and her voice was intermittent.

"It's okay, it's like you cut me with a sword, right?"

Fang Weihan laughed at himself.

"It is an honor for this king to be slashed by the sword of the elusive Miss of the Lanling Xiao family."

"You still said that!"

The girl's eyes were swollen from crying. She glared at him fiercely when she heard the sound. Her pure, cute and slightly chubby face made her look quite adorable.

"My name is Xiao Jin. Don't call me Miss."

She rubbed her red eyes and whispered.

"Don't move, I have a solution!"

Xiao Jin sniffed, looked at his hideous wound again, and made up his mind secretly.

She turned her back and walked to the corner where Candle Night was and squatted down.

Xiao Jin glanced at the murderous long sword with a disgusted expression.

The girl stretched out her tender little white hand and gently pressed it on the blade of the sword.

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and pressed hard.

The sharp blade easily cut her delicate skin.

Xiao Jin was shaking with pain and his face turned a little blue.

But she continued to exert force until the sword's edge was stained red with her blood.

He hurt himself like that just to save you, Xiao Jin!

Can't you even bear this little pain?

Due to the perspective, Fang Weihan did not notice what she was doing. He only noticed that she was squatting in the corner with her back to him.

He was not in the mood to look at it now. There seemed to be sword energy hovering over the wound on his hand, preventing the flesh and blood from healing.

Fang Weihan was trying hard to use his own blood and energy to dissolve this strange sword energy, but with little success.

Just then, Xiao Jin came over.

"Give me your hand."

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was in great pain.

"What are you doing..."

As soon as Fang Weihan stretched out his hand, Xiao Jin held it tightly.

Her small hand tightly covered Fang Weihan's wound, which felt slippery to the touch.

"do not move."

Xiao Jin said softly.

Fang Weihan was surprised to find that his wound felt tingling and a little itchy.

This is a sign that the wound is healing.

After a cup of tea, the itchy feeling finally disappeared.

"All right."

Xiao Jin let go of his hand.

Fang Weihan raised his hand and took a look. The place had returned to normal. Apart from the bloodstains around it, there was no sign of the miserable situation just now.

"How did you do it? Xiao...Jin?"

Fang Weihan looked at Xiao Jin curiously.

“It’s a special ability of mine.”

Xiao Jin looked at the palm of his hand.

The flesh there curled up, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon it returned to its white and tender color.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

She discovered from a young age that her body senses were much more sensitive than those of ordinary people, including her sense of pain.

So she is particularly afraid of pain.

But Xiao Jin's body healing ability is particularly strong for some reason, and she can recover from an injury in almost a moment.

This ability can also be passed on to others in certain ways.

For example, blood.

So she just scratched her hand just now to transfer her ability to him.

No one knew about this matter, only Xiao Jin was silently protecting this secret.

"Then...thank you, Xiao Jin."

Fang Weihan scratched his head and said.

"No, no, no...I should be the one thanking you."

Xiao Jin quickly shook his head like a rattle, a little flustered.

It was obvious that she had done something wrong accidentally, but she still wanted him to thank her.

Xiao Jin glanced at him and felt his heart beating faster.

"No, thank you anyway."

Fang Weihan insisted.

After all, taking the sword was his own subjective action, but Xiao Jin did save him.

Although this idea is a bit silly, Fang Weihan always believes so.

This is a favor that must be repaid.

"It's me, thank you!"

Xiao Jin waved his hands in panic again.

"It's me who's thanking you."

"It's me, thank you!"

The two of them kept saying something, but neither of them was willing to say thank you.

They looked at each other and finally laughed out loud at the same time.