"Hey, Ying Feiyang, come with me, I have something to say to you." Ji Yaoyue dropped these words and walked forward with her head lowered, like a quiet deer.

"Oh..." Ying Feiyang was stunned for a moment, and followed her into the woods in a muffled voice, looking at her slim back all the way.

In order to cover up her whereabouts, Ji Yaoyue was wearing the most popular lotus root silk shirt and willow skirt among ladies nowadays, with an embroidered brocade silk ribbon tied around her waist, which made her waist even more slender, barely enough to hold in her hand.

Wearing a quiet lady's outfit, Ji Yaoyue's behavior also seemed a little awkward. She held the skirt inadvertently with a pair of jade hands and walked in small steps.

When I step on the fallen leaves in the forest, I make a "squeak-squeak-" sound, but the surroundings seem even quieter, filled with an inexplicable ambiguity.

Ying Feiyang felt a little weak in this atmosphere, but he didn't have any sense and said slyly: "Hey, let me tell you, why did you lead me into the woods without saying a word? Let's talk about it first, I am a decent person..."

Hearing this, Ji Yaoyue suddenly stepped back and turned around. Ying Feiyang almost bumped into her, almost face to face with her. Even though she was used to seeing Ji Yaoyue's beauty, when she got closer, Ying Feiyang still held up her beautiful photo.

He has a nose like a hanging gallbladder, lips like jade beads, the delicate upper lip is slightly pursed, a face with plump cheeks and pointed chin, and a pair of eyebrows like black swords, he looks even more heroic, but a pair of phoenix eyes are full of meaning.

Looking at him, the two swords of "Xuanying" and "Bining" slipped out of his sleeves.

"Why are you using the knife again? I just wanted to say that you look like a lady..." Ying Feiyang knew that he had just uttered a slur, and felt timid, but he saw Ji Yaoyue had already twirled the blade, and the sword seemed to fly freely.

When he came out, he passed by Ying Feiyang's ear.

"Huh? You're not here for me..." Ying Feiyang was frightened, and turned around to look around. He heard a "chi" sound, and a hundred steps away from him, the upper half of a bush was neatly cut away, revealing

A familiar figure.

Chu Song crouched and hid behind a bush, his big eyes twinkling with guilt, his face full of embarrassment of being exposed for doing bad things, "Haha, Sister Ji, what a coincidence for Brother Ying, I suddenly remembered one more thing

I didn’t tell Dad that I was looking for him, so you don’t need to worry about me and continue..."

Ji Yaoyue stared at her, and flexibly turned the two swords on her wrists twice. Chu Song's face turned pale again, "Oh, my father seems to be over there, I'm going to find him right now..." Chu Song's face turned pale again.

Song threw away the covering branches in his hands and wanted to walk away, but when he left, he turned back, looking reluctant to leave.

"As a doctor, you are really curious..." Ying Feiyang looked at Chu Song who was walking away, smoothed his hair that was blown away by the wind of the knife, and then said seriously: "The troublesome guy is gone, what do you want to say?

It’s okay to say it.”

But in front of his eyes, he saw Ji Yaoyue slashing straight at the head again...

"Dang!" The swords clashed, and fire exploded.

But after a moment of fighting, the man and the woman put away their swords, as if this situation was nothing new.

"What are you doing, calling me here just to give me a knife?" Ying Feiyang said with lingering fear.

"Who told you to be so tongue-tied just now!" Ji Yaoyue looked matter-of-factly, holding her chest and turning her head away, but the young man caught a glimpse of the arc at the corner of the girl's mouth when she shook her hair.

"Huh? Why am I rude? Aren't we just walking in the woods? If you do anything to destroy trees or destroy mountains and forests, don't drag me into it. I'm really a decent person!" Ying Feiyang opened his eyes wide.

Righteous words.

"Spit! It's obviously just a mouthful!" Ji Yaoyue knew clearly that he was pretending to be stupid, her face was slightly red, but she couldn't say anything, so she lowered her head and spat. After a moment, she raised her head and looked at him with clear eyes.

"Well...I'm leaving..."

"I've known it for a long time. If you don't wait for me for a while, I'll go with you after I've taken care of my own affairs." Ying Feiyang said seriously.

Ji Yaoyue curled her lips and said: "Take care of yourself, your affairs are not easy to deal with at all. You have provoked so many enemies in the righteous way. I'm afraid that without sending Divine Doctor Chu to Qingcheng Mountain, you will be raped under the mountain gate first."

Chop it."

"With them? Am I so helpless?" Ying Feiyang sneered, his disdain evident, and then he said to Ji Yaoyue: "At most half a month, can you really not wait for this little time?"

Ji Yaoyue frowned, a little confused, but after a moment she shook her charming little head and said firmly: "Senior Sword God used three swords to buy Tianxiang Valley for three years. Now the three years are about to pass.

Time is tight, and we really can’t delay it even for a day..."

"What a pity, I still want to accompany you back to your parents' home..." Ying Feiyang muttered.

"clang!"

There was a crisp sound, and the sword struck again.

"What are you doing again? I provoked you!" Ying Feiyang put away his sword and said with an aggrieved look.

"You, you don't know what you just said?" Ji Yaoyue said angrily with a red face.

"I said I want to accompany you back to your parents' house, but I will be chopped down. Is there any justice? You are confused!" Ying Feiyang secretly added a word, and the meaning became completely different, but he turned red.

The look of her neck seems to be angrier than Ji Yaoyue's.

When a boy of this age is alone with the girl he likes, he can't help but tease him a few times. Only when the girl punches him in anger does he feel comfortable and happy. This kind of behavior is commonly known as "cheating".

, Ying Feiyang is not exempt from the common custom, but Ji Yaoyue is a peony with thorns, and she will never use her fists when she can use the knife. Ying Feiyang did not dare to stand and let her chop him, so he quickly changed his mind.

"You...that's what you said just now?" Ying Feiyang muttered quickly and softly just now, but Ji Yaoyue really didn't hear it very clearly. Seeing him looking angry and aggrieved at this moment, she felt soft-hearted for a moment and felt that she was

I really wronged him, he said in confusion.

"Of course, otherwise!" Ying Feiyang said confidently.

"Oh, forget it." Ji Yaoyue was coaxed by him, turned her head and said calmly. No matter her clear voice or tone, she was so arrogant that you couldn't hear the slightest apology. "

"What do you mean, forget it, just kill me!" Ying Feiyang saw her arrogant attitude and fell into the drama without knowing it, saying with a straight face.

"I can't kill you anyway..." Ji Yaoyue's aura weakened a bit and she avoided his gaze.

Ying Feiyang did not allow her to dodge, and said in a calm voice: "This is not a question of whether to chop or not, but your behavior is very bad. In a house of girls, if you use a knife at every turn, you will get into trouble. There are masters in the world.

There are so many, who knows one day you will kill someone you can't afford to offend, what will you do then?"

Ji Yaoyue heard that Ying Feiyang was not angry that she had been chopped, but worried about her. Her face couldn't help but turn red, her pink neck shrunk slightly, but her pink and plump lips were still pursed, and she said stubbornly: "

I will only kill you, and I will not kill anyone else..."

Ying Feiyang was stunned for a moment, savoring the meaning of Ji Yaoyue's words. In her heart, he and the others were two distinct groups. A simple sentence made Ying Feiyang's momentum fall to the bottom. She didn't know whether to be angry or happy.

.

The two of them had their own thoughts and didn't speak, but the atmosphere became even more subtle.

"Hey, does that knife still hurt?" Ji Yaoyue broke the silence first.

Ying Feiyang was stunned, "It didn't hit me, so where would it hurt?"

"I mean, that knife..." Ji Yaoyue pushed aside her black hair and made a gesture on her long and delicate eyebrows. She just said "I can't cut you anyway", but she always remembered that she actually

He had been struck once, and the knife had left a mark, a scar, and was carved into the bone marrow.

The old scar was uncovered, Ying Feiyang's face changed slightly, and he smiled bitterly and said: "It hurts, why doesn't it hurt? Especially your words. You said at that time that you would never forgive me. Every time I think of it now, it still hurts deeply.

…”

"Oh." Ji Yaoyue lowered her head and said oh, then, holding Ying Feiyang's cheek, she stood on tiptoes and kissed his scarred eyebrows gently.

!

!!

!!!

Ying Feiyang was too nervous. Even when he faced God Lingtian a few days ago, he had never been so nervous that his body was stiff. He, who boasted of his extraordinary skills, was hit without any reaction.

His body was so stiff that he couldn't feel the touch of her lips. He only remembered that she smelled very good, not the aroma of rouge and gouache, but... it just smelled very good.

It's "the beauty of the country and the fragrance of the sky". He seems to have this magical power again, but no matter what, because long before this, he was already in such a deep state that he couldn't extricate himself.

Ying Feiyang's heart beat like a drum, and the blood vessels all over his body swelled. The male's innate desire for aggression burned in his chest, allowing him to take back the initiative, pull back Ji Yaoyue who was about to strike back, and use his lips

She met Ji Yaoyue's soft lips.

The four lips clumsily stuck together, motionless. This moment seemed to last half a lifetime...

I don’t know how long it took before we reluctantly separated.

"Now, does it still hurt?" Ji Yaoyue lowered her head, curled her eyelashes lightly, showing a rare coy and shy look of a child. Her delicate face was flushed, with a faint blush showing from under the snow muscles, like a cross section.

The new peaches are obviously fresh and full of water, but you can't see where the water is hidden. They are dense and muddy, and are indescribably pink and moist.

"No...it doesn't hurt anymore!" Ying Feiyang clumsily raised his chest with his hands and feet, as if to say that he wouldn't feel any pain even if he was cut with ten or a hundred knives.

"What a fool!" Ji Yaoyue cursed lightly, "I said, I will never forgive you..."

"Because, I never wanted to blame you..." After Ji Yaoyue said this, she gently pushed Ying Feiyang away, straightened her scattered hair, looked at him and said, "I'm really leaving now. I'll go back again this time."

Tianxiang Valley, if everything goes well, Tianxiang Valley will be able to get rid of the shadow of Bei Longtian, and the people will not be threatened all the time, and I will be able to remove my shackles and regain my freedom..."

"At that time, I will come to you again..." Ji Yaoyue bit her lip and finished what she wanted to say, then walked away quickly and shyly, never looking back.

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Seeing Ji Yaoyue coming out of the woods, Chu Song, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately lit up his eyes and stared at Ji Yaoyue like a patient. Ji Yaoyue felt guilty and said angrily: "What are you looking at? I have something on my face."

Can’t spend it? Let’s go!”

"Hmm...his eyes are springy, his face is flushed, his temples are messy, and his clothes are disheveled." Chu Song was thoughtful, as if he was diagnosing a disease, and then called out: "It's not just the flowers on the face, Sister Ji, you

Now it’s just a beautiful peony flower. God, please tell me, how far have you progressed?”

Ji Yaoyue's face turned red, and she said angrily, "How far has it progressed?"

"Isn't it Brother He Ying...have you done anything good?" Chu Song finally retained some of his shyness and reservedness, and used the most tactful expression.
To be continued...