Ye Xiyue's heart thumped, her eyes became complicated, and her sentence just now: Whoever slashed me? She could hear it clearly. It was a man's voice, and her age was not a child.?

And it gave her the feeling of being muttered by a sleeping person, and it was obvious that this guy had not woken up yet.

What exactly is this?

"Don't cry, I didn't want to chop you on purpose." Xiao Lan'er touched the red thread with heartache.

Two lines of clear water came to an abrupt end.

Xiao Lan'er swallowed, feeling incredible. She pointed at the red rays and shook her fingers, "Xi... Xiyue, I think the red rays in your arms are... alive."

She can cry and shed tears, and she seems to be able to understand what she said. What isn't she living?

Ye Xiyue obviously noticed this. After that, no matter how she and Xiao Lan'er tinkered with the red thread, it stopped crying, let alone made no sound.

"Xiyue, please put it away quickly."

Ye Xiyue had no choice but to put the red ball of thread into the God-killing space.

Xiao Lan'er is in a bad mood.

Ye Xiyue asked in a low voice, "Lan'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiyue, I want to find other swords."

Ye Xiyue's slender eyebrows moved slightly, "Is it because this sword did not split the red thread?"

"Maybe I can find other sharper ones. When I find them, I will come to you and ask you to check them. Go and find the sword you need." Xiao Lan'er took a breath and ran away.

Ye Xiyue looked at her back, held the small black box, and turned around to check it out.

As she moved, the black box became hotter and hotter, and it was fully sensitive to this place?

Time flies, and looking at the hourglass in the sword hall, Ye Xiyue knows that two days have passed.

Today is the third day they stayed in the sword tomb.

Xiao Lan'er had fun and picked up two swords. Because there were too many swords in the sword tomb, even the girl who jumped like Xiao Lan'er only saw half of it.

In the past two days, everyone has more or less found the sword they like, but some people are still empty-handed.

Among them, Ye Xiyue and Bingwu are on the list.

Ye Xiyue was not anxious. In the past two days, she had opened her eyes. The sword in the sword tomb was indeed top-notch. It’s a pity that she couldn’t take it away or pulled it out.

Ye Xiyue first chose to see the sword hall and the third sword room, but after finding nothing, she came to the second sword room. At the door, she met Bingwu.

At this time, Bingwu just came out of the sword room and the two met.

They came in together, but they had never seen each other in the past two days, just because the sword tomb was too big and it was difficult to meet.

Ye Xiyue had already left Bing Wu behind. This girl who once appeared in her dream but couldn't like her was just a stranger to her.

Bingwu still covered a layer of pink gauze, her thin pink lips looming, her beautiful eyes flowing, and her eyes shining brightly.

Ye Xiyue was about to pass by her, and Bing Wu suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"Is there something wrong?" Ye Xiyue asked lightly without turning.

"Miss Ye is indeed an ungrateful person. It's only just two days ago that you have forgotten all your former friends?"

"Friend?" Ye Xiyue chuckled, her clear eyes flashing coldly, "Bingwu, don't say these two words, it will insult it."
Chapter completed!