Fenghua shook her head. Although she had never heard of it, judging from their faces, it was definitely not a good thing.
"That sword is cursed!" Qingfeng said cautiously, as if he was afraid that if he said this, he would be cursed.
"What curse?" Fenghua frowned. She never believed in these ghosts and gods, let alone curses!
"It is said that anyone who wants to get this sword will die! Anyone who gets this sword will die an even worse death!" Qing'er's calm eyes flashed with uneasiness!
"Oh?" Fenghua raised his eyebrows, not taking this so-called curse seriously at all, "Where is that sword now?"
"Emei Mountain." Han Qingjue curled her lips.
"Well, then let's leave early!" she said, her eyes moving to Yelujun's face: "What do you think?"
Yelujun was silent in thought, not knowing what he was thinking about. His brows were deeply furrowed, with a hint of uneasiness.
Fenghua also felt that it seemed that this Xuanyuan Sword was really not that scary. Last time he went to Kunlun Mountain, he didn't hesitate. This time, he actually hesitated?
"You don't have to believe in this theory of ghosts and gods. What kind of curse is it? It's nonsense! Last time I went to Kunlun Mountain, wasn't it said that it was very dangerous? Didn't we come back safe and sound?" Feng Hua's cold eyes swept the crowd calmly.
One glance.
"Little... miss, that is a place a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than Kunlun Mountain!" Xin'er looked at her uneasily, his palms trembling slightly.
"No matter what, I must go to Mount Emei on this trip. If you are afraid, just stay in the house and I will go alone." Fenghua said, since everyone is afraid, he won't force it.
"No, miss, I'll go with you," Xin'er and Qing'er said in unison.
Even if they die, they will follow her, never leave her, advance and retreat together, and live and die together.
Fenghua was silent for a while and didn't speak. After a while, he said to them: "You all go back. I want to think about it and make a plan."
Xin'er and Qing'er looked at each other and left the room.
Yelujun and Qingfeng were still standing there, and Fenghua said to them again: "You also go back."
"Uh..." Qingfeng glanced at the young master and exited.
"I have something to tell you." Yelujun said.
"If you have anything to say, just say it here." Feng Hua said.
Yelujun glanced at the guy on the hanging beam and frowned: "I want to talk to you alone. I don't want some outsiders to hear me!"
Han Qingjue curled up the corners of his mouth, pulled the peaked cap on his head, and lay there leisurely, as if he didn't hear anything.
"Okay." Fenghua glanced at him, turned around and walked out of the room.
In the backyard, under the huge mango tree, Fenghua raised her head and looked at the mangoes above her head. The top of the tree was about to reach the sky! Recently, she asked Xin'er not to water the mango tree anymore, and the growth rate has slowed down.
Come down.
Yelujun stood behind her and said after a while: "Who is that man?"
Is this the same sentence again? Fenghua frowned.
"I just explained it, didn't you hear clearly?"
"I want to know how you met?"
"I don't want to explain this kind of boring question." Fenghua glanced at him displeasedly, feeling as if she was being asked about her privacy. She never had to explain to others when doing things, no matter who that person was!