The disciple's hands were spread out flat, and the three characters "Life and Death" stood prominently on the paper. There was a bit of exaggeration in the words.
Ruyi lowered her head and glanced down, wondering who had written this picture of life and death. She only felt that the words on it were sparse and scrawled, as if she was sure that she would fail and die.
"Master." The little disciple next to him called him and handed him a brush stained with ink.
Thick ink accumulated on the tip of the pen, and it was about to drop. She took the pen and shook her wrist inadvertently. Such a thin hair was about to sign her life and death. She felt that the pen in her hand suddenly became heavy.
With one wrong move, the ink from the tip of the pen dripped onto the Zhuangzi, leaving an ink dot.
Things like the status of life and death have never been a fun thing for Ruyi. The last time I saw this thing was at the martial arts conference at the top of Kunlun Peak. A status of life and death is very childish.
What she never expected was that she signed a life and death certificate, but everyone died except her...
She stretched her hand out of the umbrella, and the pen tip absorbed the rainwater, making it fuller.
She neatly wrote the word "Ruyi" on it.
The rain diluted the thick ink, making the color extremely pale, as if it were written with tears.
The disciple took the Zhuanzi and the pen, took off his umbrella, and left Ruyi out to dry in the rain. What they cared about from the beginning to the end was just the Zhuanzhuan of life and death.
Song Zhuoqun looked at Ruyi's petition and nodded with satisfaction: "After signing the petition, we can start."
"Where's your petition? Since it's a life-and-death situation, both parties must have their share, right?" Ruyi was facing Song Zhuoqun, her chin was slightly slanted, her eyes were determined, and the rain ran down her temples and across her cheeks, making her look a little colder.
meaning.
It’s different…
Bai Qinghan clearly felt that Ruyi was different.
After signing the certificate of life and death, she seemed to have become even harder and colder. She put away all the softness and peace, put away all the naughty and shy little girl, and showed only stubbornness and unyieldingness.
Song Zhuoqun was stunned and laughed to himself: "Do I need to sign too?"
All the Qingyun Sect disciples also burst into bustling laughter.
Song Zhuoqun squeezed out four words through his teeth: "Don't overestimate your own capabilities."
Although they were very light words, they were still heard by Ruyi.
Ruyi was not angry, and still said calmly: "If I accidentally hurt you, and you are not alive or dead, what will you Qingyun disciples do if you come to trouble me again? You are outnumbered, how can I tell you clearly? If Master Song doesn't
If you sign the certificate of life and death, then I will stand here and wait. When the signature is signed, we will compete again."
The corner of Song Zhuoqun's mouth twitched, and finally turned into a fake smile without any smile: "Since you insist, it doesn't matter if I sign, isn't it just for peace of mind?"
He greeted the disciples next to him, and then he wrote a life and death certificate and signed it in a hurry.
"Are you satisfied?"
Ruyi said to Song Zhuoqun: "I will keep your share of life and death for you."
Song Zhuoqun sneered and handed the petition to Ruyi, who quickly folded it and stuffed it into his sleeve.
Song Zhuoqun stood up and straightened the folds of his clothes. The disciple holding the umbrella for him quickly stepped forward. Song Zhuoqun waved his hand and said, "No need to hold the umbrella." The disciple retracted his hand.
I also closed my umbrella, and my whole body was soaked in the continuous rain.
The disciple's hands were spread out flat, and the three characters "Life and Death" stood prominently on the paper. There was a bit of exaggeration in the words.
Ruyi lowered her head and glanced down, wondering who had written this picture of life and death. She only felt that the words on it were sparse and scrawled, as if she was sure that she would fail and die.
"Master." The little disciple next to him called him and handed him a brush stained with ink.
Thick ink accumulated on the tip of the pen, and it was about to drop. She took the pen and shook her wrist inadvertently. Such a thin hair was about to sign her life and death. She felt that the pen in her hand suddenly became heavy.
With one wrong move, the ink from the tip of the pen dripped onto the Zhuangzi, leaving an ink dot.
Things like the status of life and death have never been a fun thing for Ruyi. The last time I saw this thing was at the martial arts conference at the top of Kunlun Peak. A status of life and death is very childish.
What she never expected was that she signed a life and death certificate, but everyone died except her...
She stretched her hand out of the umbrella, and the pen tip absorbed the rainwater, making it fuller.
She neatly wrote the word "Ruyi" on it.
The rain diluted the thick ink, making the color extremely pale, as if it were written with tears.
The disciple took the Zhuanzi and the pen, took off his umbrella, and left Ruyi out to dry in the rain. What they cared about from the beginning to the end was just the Zhuanzhuan of life and death.
Song Zhuoqun looked at Ruyi's petition and nodded with satisfaction: "After signing the petition, we can start."
"Where's your petition? Since it's a life-and-death situation, both parties must have their share, right?" Ruyi was facing Song Zhuoqun, her chin was slightly slanted, her eyes were determined, and the rain ran down her temples and across her cheeks, making her look a little colder.
meaning.
It’s different…
Bai Qinghan clearly felt that Ruyi was different.
After signing the certificate of life and death, she seemed to have become even harder and colder. She put away all the softness and peace, put away all the naughty and shy little girl, and showed only stubbornness and unyieldingness.
Song Zhuoqun was stunned and laughed to himself: "Do I need to sign too?"
All the Qingyun Sect disciples also burst into bustling laughter.
Song Zhuoqun squeezed out four words through his teeth: "Don't overestimate your own capabilities."
Although they were very light words, they were still heard by Ruyi.
Ruyi was not angry, and still said calmly: "If I accidentally hurt you, and you are not alive or dead, what will you Qingyun disciples do if you come to trouble me again? You are outnumbered, how can I tell you clearly? If Master Song doesn't
If you sign the certificate of life and death, then I will stand here and wait. When the signature is signed, we will compete again."
The corner of Song Zhuoqun's mouth twitched, and finally turned into a fake smile without any smile: "Since you insist, it doesn't matter if I sign, isn't it just for peace of mind?"
He greeted the disciples next to him, and then he wrote a life and death certificate and signed it in a hurry.
"Are you satisfied?"
Ruyi said to Song Zhuoqun: "I will keep your share of life and death for you."
Song Zhuoqun sneered and handed the petition to Ruyi, who quickly folded it and stuffed it into his sleeve.
Song Zhuoqun stood up and straightened the folds of his clothes. The disciple holding the umbrella for him quickly stepped forward. Song Zhuoqun waved his hand and said, "No need to hold the umbrella." The disciple retracted his hand.
I also closed my umbrella, and my whole body was soaked in the continuous rain.