Girl, let me check it out.

"What are you going to do today? Are you going to learn a few moves from Wen Zhexue?"

Yun Shu sat next to him, leaning lazily on the stool.

"Today? There's only one night left."

Fang Weihan said sadly.

"Where has the time gone? Who stole my time? I love her so much, but she treats me like this!"

"Oh!"

Fang Weihan was hit on the head by a hammer.

"If you were bullied, you should bully back! Instead of crying out in pain! If you weren't bullied, you should be hit by me!"

Yun Shu sneered and waved the big hammer in his hand demonstratively.

"My senior sister treated me like that, how could I possibly stand her up? Don't ask such stupid questions anymore, Yun Xiaoshu."

Fang Weihan put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

"But before we go to Baiyun Temple, there is one more important thing."

"Hmm? Something more important?"

Yun Shu tilted her head, and then suddenly realized.

"You mean what happened yesterday?"

"Well, I have to go find Xiao Jin first."

Fang Weihan picked up his sword and walked out of the palace gate.

……

……

At this moment, Xiao Jin was sitting in the courtyard of the Xiao family's mansion in Lanling, holding a rolled-up bamboo tube in his hand.

The girl folded the bamboo tubes together and put them on the table beside her.

It is a hot summer day now. Because it has not been watered for a long time, the pot of flowers in front of the girl has shown signs of dying.

The petals are actually an elegant lavender color, and the egg-yolk stamens are inlaid in the petals like a piece of uncut jade. Set against the glossy green leaves, they look particularly beautiful.

But now the flower is obviously dying, its leaves are yellowing, its petals are cracking, and its stamens are withering like candles in the wind.

This is campanula, a flower that Xiao Jin likes very much.

Purple is the color of dreams, and wind chimes are the bells in a girl's dreams. Every time Xiao Jin sees it, she seems to be able to glimpse the dreamlike distance from it, and the soft sadness of wanting but not getting always reminds her of her own life.

"Cluck."

Xiao Jin, who was staring at the flowers in a trance, was brought back to reality by the crow of a hen beside her.

The garden, the girl and the sunset, the scene should have been like a beautiful painting, but a cage of hens was stuffed into the corner, instantly destroying the beauty of the scene.

"Don't shout, or I'll make soup out of you!"

Xiao Jin looked at the hens and threatened fiercely.

The hens seemed to understand what Xiao Jin said and huddled together in the corner of the cage.

There shouldn't be such a thing as a hen in the courtyard of the Lanling Xiao family.

So why is there a cage of hens here?

Xiao Jin stood up, raised his hands until they were level with his abdomen and turned over.

Above her right hand, a ball of milky white and transparent gas was slowly rotating, like a gorgeous and complex polygonal manifold.

That is the power closest to chaos in the world, the source of power.

In her left hand, there was a ball of blood-red power. The power was a little dark in the color of blood, condensing the shadow under the sun.

This is one of the myriad turbid air, a murderous aura similar to blood.

Zhuye is the family heirloom sword of the Lanling Xiao family. It has been stained with the blood of countless people over the past thousand years.

No matter whether they are saints or devils, they are just souls killed by the sword of Zhuye Zhuohuang.

As the master of the Zhuye Sword of this generation, Xiao Jin, with his extraordinary talent, actually figured out the method of condensing evil spirit on his own without any guidance.

Evil spirit is a kind of turbid air. When evil spirit enters the brain, it will make people bloodthirsty and aggressive, just like wild beasts.

But Xiao Jin was not affected by this. The method of clearing and transforming turbidity that Fang Weihan taught her was unexpectedly very suitable for her physique.

Source power has the effect of concentrating the mind and calming the heart, perfectly neutralizing the negative effects of evil spirits.

The consequence of Xiao Jin's unleashing of evil spirit was that at most his eyes turned blood red for a moment.

The skillful use of the evil spirit greatly improved the girl's physical condition, so that she was no longer unable to even lift the sword as before.

After fusing the evil spirit with source power, Xiao Jin gained a whole new kind of power.

What kind of power will be created by combining the power of creation and the power of death?

The girl took a deep breath and slowly brought her left and right hands together. The milky white gas and the blood-red power continued to collide and merge, and finally condensed into a dark red ball.

It was like the faint sunset glow on the horizon, or like the last darkness before sunrise, exuding an ominous meaning that made people feel fearful at first glance.

Xiao Jin stretched out a slender finger and touched the hens in the cage.

Dark red threads rushed out and entangled their bodies.

The hen immediately began to flutter up and down in panic.

"Don't move. You have so much vitality. It's no big deal if I draw a little from you."

Xiao Jin said softly.

As the girl moved, another dark red thread flew out and wrapped around the branches of the bluebell.

The dark red light in Xiao Jin's eyes grew brighter, and a tremendous wave of power flashed across the courtyard.

The dark red silk threads broke one by one, and the hens lay listlessly in the cage with their wings drooping.

The miracle happened at this moment.

A ripple of time quietly disappeared, taking with it the afterglow of the past and dissipating like smoke.

The bluebell bloomed again, and the lavender petals reflected the warm light in the sunset.

The breeze blows by, and the leaves rustle, indicating its joy of rebirth from the fire.

Life is the meaning of existence bestowed by God on every individual and cannot be transferred or taken away by anyone.

The truth that should have been like this was completely overturned at this moment.

This is the miracle of life.

The girl lowered her hands, put them behind her back, and smiled playfully towards the sunset.

"Humph, easy."

Xiao Jin raised the corner of his mouth and smiled proudly.

Chapter 242 Xiao Jin's Bluebells

When Fang Weihan entered the Lanling Xiao family courtyard, he saw this scene:

Xiao Jin squatted next to the chicken coop, holding a porcelain bowl filled with millet in his hand.

The millet fell from the girl's slender fingertips like quicksand, attracting the hens in the cage to flap their wings and scramble for it.

The girl fed with great interest.

On the table in the middle of the courtyard, a pot of purple flowers, some unknown flower, was in full bloom.

Fang Weihan's foot suddenly paused as he was about to step over the threshold of the courtyard.

What's the situation?

He thought with some hesitation.

If Xiao Jin was feeding rabbits, then Fang Weihan could understand that the little girl wanted to have a pet.

But this hen...

You can't be making soup out of the animals you raised, right?

"Xiao Jin?"

Fang Weihan called out tentatively.

"Brother Fang!"

When Xiao Jin heard Fang Weihan's voice, a sweet smile like cotton candy appeared on her pretty face subconsciously.

The girl put the bowl in her hand next to the cage, then jumped up and rushed to Fang Weihan's side.

She stopped two steps in front of Fang Weihan, adjusted her skirt modestly, opened her arms, and pouted her lips.

"I want a hug..."

Xiao Jinchao said in a low voice.

Fang Weihan: "..."

Reluctantly, he took a step forward and held the girl's warm body in his arms. In an instant, his nostrils were filled with the floral scent of Xiao Jin.

The girl I have held since childhood still feels as good as ever.

Wanwan is too thin, so it's a bit uncomfortable to hold her in my arms. Jiangjiang isn't uncomfortable, but... it's a pity that there's no cushion.

Only Xiao Jin is soft, bouncy, and fragrant, and is the kind of pillow that you can hug while sleeping.

Fang Weihan was somewhat reluctant to let go, but he did have something important to discuss with Xiao Jin today.

"Xiao Jin, today I..."

As he was talking, Fang Weihan wanted to let go of the girl in his arms.

"You didn't kiss me today, and even when you hugged me, you only held me for a few breaths."

Xiao Jin said with grievance.

"Are you bored?"

"What are you thinking about? The main thing is that I came here today..."

Fang Weihan hurried to explain.

"I understand. There's something serious going on. I know everything."

"But when we were little, you held me for a long time... Don't get me wrong, Brother Fang. I just... remembered what happened before."

The girl looked gloomy and let go of Fang Weihan in disappointment, moving her body away from his arms little by little.

"Let's talk business first. Xiao Jin knows what is important and what is not. Business is of course the most important."

Xiao Jin sniffed softly and raised her eyes to glance secretly.

Fang Weihan: "..."

How did this naughty little sister develop towards a strange direction?

He narrowed his eyes, and hugged the girl again, who had not yet completely pulled away, and pressed his mouth against Xiao Jin's cherry lips.

"Woooo..."

Xiao Jin opened her eyes wide, and the light pink color like cherry blossoms gradually spread from her cheeks to her neck.

She originally just wanted to act coquettishly in front of Fang Weihan. If she could arouse his intimate behavior towards her, that would be the best. If not, it would also be within Xiao Jin's psychological expectations.

Rather, Xiao Jin thought that it was more likely that Fang Weihan would not take any action.

After all, in the relationship between herself and Brother Fang, Xiao Jin is often the active one.

Whenever Xiao Jin thought of this, he felt a bit resentful and gnashed his teeth.

How can it be that girls always take the initiative? They are not shameless, are they?

Poisoned by some indescribable books, Xiao Jin had hoped countless times that Fang Weihan would ignore her opinion, hold her down and take whatever he wanted from her.

It would be even better if I could roughly tear her clothes apart or something...