Starry Sky, I can hear their secrets

Su Jinyan said seriously: "How could that be, Brother Sangbo."

"Among so many Masked Fools, you are the most suitable for my taste. If you don't believe me, just look—"

The cold sword light attacked again.

Su Jinyan simply pushed Sangbo away, neither dodging nor avoiding, allowing the cold Tanhua sword to penetrate his chest.

Jing Liu's lips trembled slightly: "Why don't you avoid it?"

Chapter 6: Mirror Flow? Really Unfamiliar (K)

"Kagami...sister..."

Su Jinyan stared at Jing Liu's beautiful face, and his eyes suddenly became sad and dead.

The damage caused to him by Jingliu's sword was minimal.

But Su Jinyan forced himself to spit out a puff of blood mist and staggered forward.

Not to mention Jingliu, even Sambo was stunned.

No buddy, I know you want to make Jingliu feel guilty.

But if you continue like this, your injuries will heal on their own in half a minute at most.

I'll see how you act then.

It has to be said that Su Jinyan is cruel to others and even crueler to himself.

Even Sambo couldn't help but admire his professionalism.

Jingliu didn't dare to pull the Tanhua sword, which contained a bone-chilling chill, out of his chest.

That would cause more serious harm to Su Jinyan.

However, Su Jinyan grasped the cold hilt of the sword and pulled it out violently.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over Sangbo and Jingliu.

Jing Liu's beautiful red eyes trembled violently.

Bad memories were brought back to her.

puff-

Su Jinyan fell to the ground, his Danfu destroyed itself, and the vigorous vitality in his body was rapidly dissipating.

It was at this time that Su Jinyan chose to ask Fu Xuan for help.

I'm sorry, Master, for being a little willful.

Sang Bo was stunned for a moment: "Miss Jingliu, he is going to die..."

“Little brother——!”

Jingliu tried to help him up in panic.

However, Fu Xuan was one step ahead of Jing Liu and appeared out of thin air beside Su Jinyan, supporting his body in his arms.

"Master..."

"Traitor..."

There seemed to be sadness in Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes, and she gently stroked his cheek, as if she had foreseen this scene.

Jingliu's lips trembled and he was unable to speak.

Even though Jingliu knew that Su Jinyan would not really die.

She had every reason to swing the sword at him.

She is Jingliu, known as "Flying Light without a Crack", and the former swordsman of Luofu Fairy Boat.

Anyone who violates her delicate body and dignity should be punished with unforgettable pain.

But when this scene actually happened in front of Jing Liu's eyes.

Jingliu realized that her guilt towards her little brother far outweighed her intention to punish him.

It's obviously possible to avoid it.

Why doesn't he hide?

"Sister Jingliu..."

"I don't blame you. I deserve this sword."

"Ahem, you destroyed my Danfu, now we are even..."

Jing Liu stared at the weak Su Jinyan in a daze.

She never imagined that her sword would hit Su Jinyan's Danfu exactly.

Su Jinyan's blood-stained palm trembled as he held Fu Xuan's slender white hand.

Fu Xuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he hugged Su Jinyan tighter.

"I have already told you not to indulge in women."

Su Jinyan was breathing heavily, with deep regret in his eyes.

"Master told me..."

"If I continue to indulge in women, sooner or later I will be hurt by them."

"I guessed the beginning, but I couldn't guess the ending."

Fu Xuan wiped the blood from his lips with pity: "Every sip and every bite, is it predestined?"

"I warned you a long time ago, but you didn't listen."

"Traitor, do you know you are wrong?"

Su Jinyan remained silent, his cheek gently pressed against Fu Xuan's chest, feeling her heartbeat.

"Master...let's go home."

Fu Xuan leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Okay, let's go home."

Su Jinyan lay in Fu Xuan's arms, spread out a wisdom berry in his palm, and closed his eyes quietly.

Fu Xuan pursed his lips and sniffed: "Go home."

Sambo saw it all and was filled with admiration.

Jingliu suddenly felt a little dizzy.

She hurried forward and tried to grab Su Jinyan's already cold palm.

Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes revealed a bone-chilling coldness, and her lips slightly opened: "Back off."

Jingliu's feet froze unconsciously.

In her eyes, Fu Xuan was exuding a cold aura that kept strangers away.

The master of the Jingliu sword, who was known as the "Flying Light Without a Crack", actually stopped moving forward after being scolded by a junior.

If you tell it to others, it will definitely be unbelievable.

But it is what it is.

Jing Liu saw the shadow of his past self in Fu Xuan.

If Jingliu dared to take another step forward and tried to approach Su Jinyan.

Fu Xuan would definitely attack him without hesitation.

Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes were calm. He held Su Jinyan in his arms and walked forward slowly.

"Mirror flow."

"This disciple of mine is a playboy. He falls in love with everyone he meets and likes to get himself into love debts. He is a complete jerk."

"Although he often makes me angry, I often call him 'traitor'."

"But even so, I like him very much and would never bear to hurt him in the slightest."

Mirror Flow: “…”

Fu Xuan glanced back at her, his beautiful eyes were emotionless:

"The high and mighty Wuxian Feiguang really cannot be touched by strangers."

"He was the first to flirt with you, and he deserved to die. Now his Danfu has been destroyed, and he has paid the price. We are even now."

"From now on, please don't come near my Ah Yan anymore."

Jing Liu's cold lips were a little dry, and he whispered:

"He could have dodged that sword."

At this moment, Su Jinyan, who was held in Fu Xuan's arms, dropped his hands weakly.

Mirror image felt a sudden sense of suffocation.

It felt like a pair of weak hands were strangling my throat.

She could have easily pushed them away, but she didn't. Instead, she let those hands strangle her snow-white neck.

Jingliu's words seemed to be an excuse for himself.

It also seems like he is trying to convince himself.

But all he got in return was Fu Xuan's sneer and his receding back.

Jing Liu remained silent, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

"Tell me, did I do something wrong?"

Sambo: “Ah?”

Jingliu's pupils lost focus.

It seems that there is a possibility of falling into the devil's body at any time.

Sambo looked around and found sadly that he had nowhere to escape.

"You are the honorable Lord Wuxian Feiguang, how could you do something wrong?"

"Su Jinyan, that kid, dared to disrespect you. He deserves death."

"I, Old Sambo, can't stand people like this. I have to catch up with him and have a good talk with him!"

Sang Bo criticized Su Jinyan righteously, then turned around and tried to escape.

Jingliu's beautiful eyes turned cold, and she jumped high with the Tanhua sword in her hand, blocking Sangbo's retreat in an instant.

“No, I did it wrong!”

"I shouldn't have attacked my little brother while he was distracted talking to you."

"You flatterer, how can my little brother have a friend like you!"

"I won't kill you!"

Sambo forced out a smile that was uglier than crying:

"I, I, I...I just said something wrong..."

"You did make a mistake."

"But it's normal for couples to have a quarrel."

"You just need to apologize to him and comfort him afterwards, and he will forgive you."

Jing Liu's beautiful eyes flashed with coldness: "No, I'm not wrong!"

"My little brother flirted with me, so I should kill him!"

"As his friend, you naturally have to speak well of your little brother."

"Oh, you are twisting the facts. You are full of twisted logic. I will kill you!"

Sambo: “…”