Yin Shuoyue smiled. She lowered her head and glanced at Xia Zhichun. There was an evil aura in her dark green pupils.
Xia Zhichun's cordon immediately went up.
A few words flashed through my mind, Yin Shuo Yue, coming with bad intentions!
"I'm here to send you a congratulatory gift." Yin Shuoyue waved her right hand.
The sun shines on the silver-white sword arm of the Western sword, shining with a dazzling light.
"What do you want to do..." Xia Zhichun's voice became very low, his fists clenched, and his phoenix eyes stared at Yin Shuoyue.
Jiumei Luolan stood up slowly and moved her eyes to the Western sword.
She walked lightly towards Yin Shuoyue and Xia Zhichun.
Suddenly, Xia Zhichun turned around and looked at Jiumei Luolan. "Lanlan, don't come over!"
Jiumei Luolan stopped and looked at the corners of Yin Shuoyue's mouth.
"Yin Shuoyue, you did it on purpose!" Xia Zhichun turned around, the anger in his eyes unquenchable, and punched.
Yin Shuoyue quickly avoided it.
Xia Zhichun raised her left hand, her eyes widened, and she leisurely took off the doll she was carrying on her left hand. She wanted to have a good fight with Yin Shuoyue.
The classmates all retreated to the corners in fear, and the classroom became a place for Jiumei Luolan, Yan Lingxi, Xia Zhichun, and Yin Shuoyue.
Yin Shuoyue swung his Western sword. Xia Zhichun quickly dodged and attacked him quickly.
The two figures were fighting non-stop. There was no light or shadow of swords. There was only light of swords and shadows of fists.
The Western sword swiped across Xia Zhichun's face, and a few strands of hair fell to the ground.
Xia Zhichun held in his hand a small piece of fabric torn from Yin Shuoyue's body.
"You hurt her!" Yan Lingxi rushed up with a big stride, caught Yin Shuoyue off guard and punched Yin Shuoyue on the shoulder.
Subconsciously, Yan Lingxi hugged Xia Zhichun into his arms. He would feel distressed if he gently held Zhichun's hair or even hurt one of her hairs.
He has never felt so sorry for someone.
Yan Lingxi was still thinking of saying something, but Jiumei Luolan, who was originally stunned, had already stepped forward.
Jiumei Luolan squatted on the ground and picked up the hair that fell to the ground one by one with her slender fingers.
He raised his head and looked at Yin Shuoyue.
"I don't allow anyone to hurt my friends." Every word is like an ice bandit.
Jiumei Luolan stood up and stretched out her hand. "I accept your gift."
The Western sword was sent from Yin Shuoyue's hand to Jiumei Luolan's hand.
"What do you want me to do?" Jiumei Luolan tilted his head, swung his Western sword and pointed it directly at Yin Shuoyue. Something seemed to be slowly emanating from his eyes.
The smell is getting stronger and stronger.
"What do you want to do now?" Yin Shuoyue smiled, seeming to be observing the changes in Jiumei Luolan at this moment.
Then, Yin Shuoyue stretched out her hand and lightly touched the tip of the Western sword with her index finger.
Bright red blood spilled from his fingertips...
Blood dripped on the Western sword...the silver and red matched each other. It was particularly dazzling.
Jiumelo's blue pupils were dilated, blood...
The hand holding the Western sword began to tremble slightly.
The blood slowly slid down the sword tip...
Along with this, Jiumei Luolan's breath slowly began to become turbid.
"Yin Shuoyue, you did it on purpose!!" Xia Zhichun, who was in Yan Lingxi's arms, just came back to his senses and stared at Yin Shuoyue and Lanlan. His mind and heart were already confused.
The corners of Yin Shuoyue's eyes curled up, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised upwards.
To Xia Zhichun's words, he didn't answer, he just smiled evilly...a cold evil smile...it had always been this unfathomable smile.