Ouyang Xi stared at Ling Wu's eyes and slowly raised her arm
Between your fingers, you are holding Lingwu's hairpin
Looking down at the hairpin in my hand, Ouyang Xi sighed lightly: "I have kept this hairpin for two years. Every night, I think about when I can help you wear hair again."
Ling Wu took a deep breath, turned around and looked up at Ouyang Xi, and said calmly: "Ling Wu was already dead two years ago, you forgot."
Ouyang Xi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, moved his eyes from the hairpin to Ling Wu's indifferent face, and looked at her for a moment.
Suddenly, he hooked the corner of his mouth, flicked his fingers, and the hairpin in his hand drew a golden straight line in the air, shooting towards Lingwu.
"Dance, be careful"
Ling Fei, who followed him out of the flower hall, screamed in shock.
The sharp sound of the hairpin made by Ouyang Xi's fingers, if it was hit by it, it would be no less than any sharp blade.
Lingwu couldn't move for a moment, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was still the same
When the hairpin was stably inserted into her hair, she still maintained that position
Ouyang Xi's lips slowly raised upwards, and his eyes looked at Ling Wu's eyes turned extremely cold as the hairpin was separated: "Today is the last time I helped you wear hair, and from then on, each one has nothing to do with you."
After pausing, he said in a deep voice, "Don't blame my subordinates for showing mercy when they meet next time."
Ling Wu smiled slightly and remained silent. Yingying said a blessing to Ouyang Xi, turned around and walked to Nangong Xuan, and said softly: "Let's go."
"Ling Dance!"
Hearing Ling Fei's call behind her, Ling Wu walked forward and her steps were slightly stagnant. She took a deep breath, but she didn't even look back and still walked towards the side of the boat.