The sky was nice, the sky was clear and cloudless, but on such a bright day, there was a faint hint of coldness floating in the air.
Yang Xi pulled her collar unconsciously, feeling a chill run down her spine.
Glancing back at the two men with gloomy faces, she pursed her lips and couldn't bear to say: "I'll ask Third Brother to put your treasure away tomorrow, okay?"
Facing these two depressed black faces again, she will definitely go crazy.
Murong Yun just looked at her silently for a while, and his face softened. Just as he was about to say something, Feng Ba's quiet voice sounded:
"No need, since I have given it to you, you can use it as you like, as long as you are happy." There was no trace of anger in his words, and it seemed that he had to say it after a great struggle.
Murong Yun also revealed a bitter smile. "It's useless to keep the Star Reaching Sword with me. You might as well give it to someone you truly love."
After all, it is a peerless sword. It would be a pity to use it as a butcher's knife. A good sword has a soul just like a human being. That is the so-called sword soul. Once the sword soul becomes angry, it is likely to seal its own sharp aura.
, being angry will always make you a useless sword. This is too much of a waste of natural resources.
"Don't you... feel distressed?" Yang Xi looked at the faces of the two of them tentatively.
They both turned away from each other and said in a low voice:
"I don't feel bad."
"It doesn't matter."
She turned back and trotted two steps, gently holding the two palms with one hand and putting them in front of her eyes to examine them closely. Although the two palms were different in shape, they were both covered with the marks of holding a knife all year round.
They were holding swords and practicing martial arts, but for her, they actually put everything in the past behind them and obliterated them all. How could she not be moved by such a rare affection?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't..."
"I'm satisfied if I can be with you, what's the point of just a knife?" Feng Ba held her back with his big palm, his voice was rare and gentle.
Murong Yun didn't speak, but he still held her slender hand tightly. Not everything has right or wrong. For him, although his life today is a bit leisurely, he lives with ease and peace of mind.
Bits and pieces of sweetness.
Yang Xi lowered her eyes to prevent them from seeing the mist in the corner of her eyes. In fact, they all remembered everything about Yan State and Hechuan, but they just didn't dare to reveal the slightest bit in front of her. Even, for more than a year, for the sake of
To reassure her, they cut off all news from the Imperial City and Dragon City, and turned a blind eye to everything, just to let her know that they would never kill each other like the history she knew so well.
How many times can such friendship exist in this world?
Her life was almost complete, leaving only regrets for Jie Xu...
In the evening, Yang Xi followed Gu Zun to the secret room in the back mountain to practice the heart-healing method. Feng Ba and Murong Yun were reading quietly in the shared study room.
Over the past year, although they have been enemies, they have also been the closest "partners". At first, it was because they wanted to prevent the other party from "misbehaving" with Yang Xi out of their sight, but later it became a habit and they often get together.
However, two people with bad tempers will inevitably have some conflicts, sometimes over trivial matters. When facing each other, their minds are always surprisingly small, comparable to the tip of a needle.
"What's the use of just looking at this kind of historical records? Do you think that's all you need to rely on for marching and fighting?" Murong Yun crossed his legs and squinted at Feng Ba.
Feng Ba returned a disdainful look, and his ice lips moved slightly: "Sun Tzu's Art of War is nothing but a deadly strategy. Only a brainless fool like you would hold it in your hands all day long."
Murong Yun's face darkened and he said disdainfully: "Sun Tzu's art of war is profound and profound. How can a reckless man like you understand it?"
"Isn't it better for a reckless man than a pretty boy?"
"How am I whiter than you?"
"I'm a noob with my head."
"Feng Ba, are you itchy and itchy?"
"It's not that my skin is itchy, it's that my hands are itchy."
After getting along with Yang Xi for a long time, some "little white articles" can be used as scolding materials. Murong Yun rolled his eyes, "Just scratch yourself if your hands are itchy, idiot."
Just when the two people looked at each other, and there was a danger of a disagreement and a fight, two knocks on the door sounded. The person who came seemed to be anxious, and without waiting for the people in the room to react, he pushed the door
door entry.
The two of them didn't bother to take a look. They knew without thinking that in the huge Ice Saint Palace, except Xi'er, there was only one person left who dared to intrude so rudely.
Feng Sufu glanced at the two people who were at war with each other and curled his lips: "Didn't you promise Xi'er not to fight again?"
He didn't care that these two people were fighting to the death, he just couldn't see Xi'er feeling sad. He walked to the side and poured a cup of tea and took a few sips. Seeing that neither of them had any intention of speaking to him, he pursed his lips and said softly: "The palace
Someone accidentally brought the news about the imperial city to me, and I... accidentally glanced at it a few times."
Although the two people remained calm, their ears perked up visibly. Seeing this, Feng Sufu stopped beating around the bush and said, "Something happened over there in Yanyu."
"What's the matter?" Murong Yun's face changed slightly and he asked in a voiceless voice.
"My people are at the foot of the cliff..." Seeing his face suddenly turn pale, he said: "He was just seriously injured and is still recovering, but I'm afraid... his legs and feet will not...
Too neat.”
The fingers of Murong Yun's hand that squeezed the corner of the table turned white, and it was obvious that he was trying his best to hide his excitement and sadness. After a while, his shoulders relaxed and he said in a deep voice: "Are you worried about your life?"
"Probably not." Feng Sufu put down the cup and said, "Ge Shixuan has been taking care of him."
"Who did it?" Feng Ba asked Murong Yun the question in his heart, "What is the situation in the palace now?"
"Murong Yun in the palace is still in office." At this point, other things did not require his explanation. "As for who did it, I'm afraid only that 'Murong Yun' and his accomplices know
."
Murong Yun closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently. No one said anything.
After a long while, Murong Yun said calmly: "If possible, please take him to a safe place for treatment. This matter... I don't want to have anything to do with it."
Feng Ba and Feng Sufu just glanced at him lightly, and neither of them spoke to break the brief silence.
They all made up their minds not to get involved in government affairs, because no one could bear the pain of losing Xi'er again! Although she has recovered, she is weaker than ordinary women, cannot bear too much stimulation, and can no longer act like
As before, I lived in a torrent of depression and depression all day long.
Diseases originate from the heart. Only when the body and mind are happy and light can her body gradually get better!
However, how can he really not think too deeply about it? After all, he is a relative with whom he has deep brotherhood, one of the few relatives he has in this world!
Feng Ba and Feng Sufu are also entangled in their hearts. The imperial city has undergone tremendous changes, and the next target will be Dragon City.