"Actually, we should have known each other a long time ago." Xiu Shengfeng raised his hand and stroked Jiumei Luolan's hair.
Jiumei Luolan looked at Xiu Shengfeng in confusion, "Well? Why do you say that?"
Xiu Shengfeng smiled and had the urge to hug the person in front of him into his arms. He lowered his head and looked at the Western sword in his hand. "Luo Lan, do you still remember a failure in your assassination career a few years ago?
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The pupils of Jiumei Luolan's eyes suddenly dilated and she couldn't help but step back. She was wondering if her ears had heard wrongly. What did she just hear? What did Xiu Shengfeng say?
Xiu Shengfeng smiled tenderly, with the warmth he had never felt before. Just for her... Xiu Shengfeng held the sword of the Western sword in his other hand.
He exerted force with his fingers, and blood overflowed from between his fingers.
"Xiu Shengfeng, what are you doing?" Jiumei Luolan leaned over in panic.
"Let go!!" She tried her best to move Xiu Shengfeng's hand. Unexpectedly, Xiu Shengfeng's strength was much stronger than she imagined.
Seeing the blood flowing out, Xiu Shengfeng didn't have any expression of pain on his face. On the contrary, there was still a little smile on the corner of his mouth.
‘哐~~’ The royal Western sword was broken in half by the holy wind.
"How are you? How is your hand? Why are you bleeding so much? Are you stupid?" Jiumei Luolan looked at Xiu Shengfeng's bloody left hand. He frowned... biting his lip tightly, as if
Trying to stop my feelings from showing.
There was still blood flowing out, and he crossed Jiumei Luolan's fingers desperately.
The moment he embraced Jiumei Luolan into his arms, the corners of his mouth curved...
"Do you remember me?" Xiu Shengfeng's lips slid over the hair beside Jiumei Luolan's ear.
"I hate you..." Yagna said these words, feeling sad, bitter and sweet in his heart.
"I have loved you for so long, why do you hate me? You hate me so much that I feel bad..."
"I hate you. You have always known my identity and my past, but you have always concealed it. Do you know that you are very annoying, very annoying, and very bad!" Jiumei Luolan suddenly broke away from Xiu Shengfeng's arms, holding her small hands
He shook his big hand away fiercely.
The moment she shook off Xiu Shengfeng's big hand, she frowned in distress, and for a moment she even forgot about the injury on his hand.
"The first time I saw you, your appearance was already reflected in my heart, you know? Lan..." China Elegant Academy was not the first time he met Jiumei Luo Lan... but a long, long time ago...
"Then why did you use this method to remind me of you?" Jiumei Luolan asked angrily. She didn't understand why Xiu Shengfeng used this method of hurting himself to remind her of him.
She remembered that a long time ago, at that time, there was no evil organization, and she, Jiumei Luolan, was a killer who killed without blood!
I remember one mission was to kill a gangster genius. The genius was about the same age as me...
She was holding her favorite weapon, a Western sword. When she was about to kill the underworld genius with one strike, the genius grabbed the Western sword and broke it.
then……
"You..." Although Jiumei Luoran was young at that time, her mind was like that of an adult. She stared blankly at the broken Western sword.
"Who sent you to kill me?" Like Jiumei Luolan, this underworld ghost has a childish appearance, but it is difficult to conceal his domineering power.
Jiumei Luolan, who had undergone special training, squinted her eyes and saw that the boy in front of her could actually dodge her Western sword. Except for that person, this person was the second one who could dodge. "You can kill him as you please."
"I'm not interested in killing you." The ghost looked at the Western sword on the ground, left Jiumei Luolan where he was, and walked away.