The love debt between me and Feng Aotian

The scene before me was even more incomprehensible.

But even though she couldn't understand it, she was filled with mixed emotions.

The excitement just now was swept away in an instant, turning into confusion, surprise, and disappointment...

There is also a hint of joy in the air.

The joy did not turn into a smile, but instead flowed from the corners of the eyes, turning into pearl-like tears that ran across the cheeks and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

So this is what it means to cry tears of joy.

"Sir, why are you crying?"

Gu Weiran looked at the tears in An Qingxue's eyes and was at a loss for what to do for a moment.

What is going on?

Why do you cry when you see this person?

He could understand that a killer like An Qingxue would be excited about killing someone, and it was understandable that her face would be flushed with excitement.

Some perverted demon cultivators get excited every time they kill someone, and they even lick the tip of their sword.

Although it is exaggerated, it is not incomprehensible.

Can……

What is the situation of crying?

What does this mean?

Crying with joy?

Are you so excited that you're crying because you're about to kill someone?

Wouldn't this be a bit...

Too perverted?

Gu Weiran thought he was already awesome enough, but he didn't expect An Qingxue to be even more awesome than him.

He was so excited that he cried. He had no idea how perverted this was.

In terms of perversion, he is still too inferior.

In front of a true master, he was nothing.

"..."

Unlike Gu Weiran, Xu Chen understood why An Qingxue was crying the moment he saw her.

He had already taken off the treasure given by Xia Rushuang at this moment, just to avoid being regarded as the number one genius in Dasheng and to avoid being caught by the evil cultivators.

He never thought that he would meet An Qingxue here.

She is the only girl who never grows up.

There are two reasons why this place doesn't grow up.

First, no matter her age, she is still as immature as ever.

Most ordinary people will only have a period of being a middle school student. After that period, they will feel ashamed of the things that happened during that period, just like many people in their previous lives had to delete their previous posts on their space.

An Qingxue is different.

She is always so immature.

And she has no shame.

This is the most terrifying thing.

Xu Chen was once extremely troubled by An Qingxue.

For example, one time I went to an inn.

The waiter asked, "What do you want?"

An Qingxue replied: "Tangled tentacles, twisted plants, shriveled limbs, two-fingered palms, and scarlet fruits."

At that time, everyone in the inn looked at them in surprise, and some people even began to get scared, thinking they were demon cultivators.

In fact, Xu Chen knew that she was talking about squid tentacles, kelp knots, pickled pork, pig's trotters and tomatoes.

It took him a long time to explain to the waiter what was going on and he no longer regarded them as demonic cultivators.

However, the look of surprise could not be dispelled.

Another time, Xu Chen's master was extremely angry.

The reason is that An Qingxue thinks Xu Chen’s master is not good enough.

"Your sword won't do."

"Why? My sword is not the best in the world, but it is definitely in the top five."

"That's not OK."

"Does it have to be first?"

“It’s okay if I’m not first.”

"Why then?"

"Because it's not cool enough. Who swings a sword so easily? It's not interesting at all."

"Swords aren't for showing off. What on earth do you want to learn?"

"Then why should I learn swordplay? The purpose of swordplay is to look cool!"

"..."

Xu Chen remembered that if he had not stopped his master, An Qingxue would probably have been beaten to death by his master.

He still remembers the years he spent with An Qingxue. Sometimes it was a headache, and sometimes it was fun.

Of course, Xu Chen’s inability to grow up also refers to his physical aspect.

An Qingxue's body is actually not petite, and she is not the type like Yu Yinxuan, but her figure is attractive enough.

The premise is not to look at the chest.

How poor is An Qingxue?

She's the kind of person where, if two people go into the bathroom together, you can't tell her gender unless you look down there.

She is the real Mulan.

The most terrifying thing is that after three hundred years, An Qingxue's chest is still flat.

Xu Chen suspected that the loli three hundred years ago was more popular than she is now.

Exaggeration, really exaggerated.

He had seen chests without any rise or fall, but he had never seen one so complete.

Three hundred years have passed, and time has not left any trace on her.

I don’t know whether to cry or laugh.

"Where have you been all these years?"

An Qingxue looked at Xu Chen with a sense of loss and said, "I thought you had already..."

Xu Chen believed that An Qingxue should have nothing to do with the mysterious masked woman. Given An Qingxue's personality, she would have probably said something like "Let me eliminate your sins" before stabbing him to death.

It has to be a bit awkward.

He didn't have too many concerns and said, "Actually, I'm not too sure."

This is the truth.

Xu Chen had no idea what had happened in the past three hundred years, or how the world had changed.

He had been lying in the coffin for three hundred years, how could he be clear?

Xu Chen didn't even know who killed him.

"?"

Gu Weiran was confused. Why did he feel like these two people knew each other?

what happened?

He suddenly felt something was wrong and asked An Qingxue, "Do you know each other?"

"Why are you in the Obsidian Sect?"

An Qingxue completely ignored her employer Gu Weiran and asked Xu Chen.

"That's a long story."

Xu Chen couldn't explain the whole story in a short time, nor could he reveal his identity in front of these demon cultivators. He said, "Let them step back. Let's have a good chat."

"it is good."

An Qingxue certainly wouldn't draw her sword against Xu Chen. She said to Gu Weiran, "Everyone has a past, and I'm no exception. Today, I encountered my past, so please leave."

"?"

Gu Weiran had a question mark on his head and really wanted to say, "What are you talking about? Send it."

No, it was fine just now, how come it suddenly became like this?

Didn’t you just say that he didn’t need to come and that you could handle it alone?

Why does this person seem like a different person the moment I see him?

Gu Weiran was stunned. After a long pause, he said to An Qingxue, "Sir, I have already hired you. An assassin cannot give up halfway."

"Do whatever you want, that's what makes a killer."

An Qingxue disagreed and said.

Gu Weiran had a headache.

Who the hell is this person!

What happened to An Qingxue being the killer with the most professional ethics?

"Then you don't care?"

"Well, I'm going to be myself again."

After saying that, An Qingxue disappeared from the spot.

Tap the ground lightly with your toes.

She floated into the lake like a falling flower, stood in front of Xu Chen, and asked, "Are you interested in becoming a killer with me?"

One hundred and sixty-two. Do you like to play awkward games?

"Are you interested in becoming a swordsman with me?"

Three hundred years ago, Xu Chen invited An Qingxue in this way.

Three hundred years later, An Qingxue invited him in the same way.

Back then, Xu Chen did many things and had many identities.

Killer is one of his identities.

He is also one of the top five killers.

The strongest killer among the five killers.

Carry a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night.

This was the title he used back then.

It seems that this title still exists now. I'm afraid that in the next three hundred years, there will still be people pretending to be him and doing things on rainy nights with a knife but no umbrella.