"Bu Qingyun, get up. It looks like it's going to rain. Let's go inside and talk..." Jiao Xiaoliu looked up at the dark sky, "Otherwise it's going to be windy soon."
Coincidentally, as soon as Jiao Xiaoliu finished speaking, a strong wind began to blow. Feng Qianchen quickly carried Jiao Xiaoliu in his arms and carried him out. Bu Qingyun wiped the sweat from his forehead, "This princess can't be a fairy..."
If you say it's windy, it's really windy."
Feng Qianchen gently placed Jiao Xiaoliu on the couch, and Jiao Xiaoliu moved to the corner, "Tell me, why does Zhuo Ran want this 'wind-cutting sword'?"
"Everyone in the world wants it, after all there is such a rumor." Feng Qianchen smiled nonchalantly.
The strong wind blew through the window, and the sound was like a roaring lion, mixed with a "crackling" sound.
Just when Jiao Xiaoliu was about to say that it seemed to be raining, Bu Qingyun rushed in from the outside in a panic. He took a breath and risked being fined and said in a mournful voice, "It's obviously so late.
, my subordinates were soaked like this."
Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen just smiled and said nothing.
Just like this, Bu Qingyun felt uncomfortable all over, and he quickly lifted the front of his clothes and knelt down, "My lord, my lord, you'd better scold your subordinates."
Jiao Xiaoliu listened to the storm outside and said, "Bu Qingyun, go and light the lamp."
Bu Qingyun was stunned, "Yes!"
The dim candlelight instantly illuminated the somewhat dim room. Jiao Xiaoliu rested his head on Feng Qianchen's back, "Since Zhuo Ran wants it, I'll give it to him."
Jiao Xiaoliu clearly felt Feng Qianchen's body stiffen, and a helpless smile appeared on his face, "I never believe that 'the one who can cut the wind can conquer the world'. After all, I have held this sword for several years.
Qianchen, I want to save Ren Canngle and Yaoyao." Jiao Xiaoliu said calmly, "In my eyes, nothing is as important as human life. Although I have killed many people, but I have killed
They are all people who deserve to be killed.
What's more, the 'Wind-Severing Sword' is in my hand, so I have no reason to let Ren Canngle and Yaoyao die for this dead thing, right?"
Feng Qianchen's body gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curved into a brilliant arc, "Yes!"
"I think this is not allowed. Don't worry, Prince and Princess. Even if I risk my life, I will still..."
"Shut up!" Jiao Xiaoliu was still leaning on Feng Qianchen's back and interrupted Bu Qingyun angrily, "When did you become the master?" He turned his right hand and took the 'Wind-Severing Sword' in his hand.
Throw it in front of Bu Qingyun.
"When the rain stops, you can take it and exchange it for Cangyue and Yaoyao." Jiao Xiaoliu knelt on the couch, resting his shoulder on Feng Qianchen's shoulder, and whispered something. Bu Qingyun raised his head because of the wind and rain outside.
I could only see Jiao Xiaoliu's mouth opening and closing, but no sound could be heard.
Feng Qianchen's eyes lit up, and there was a bright smile on his extremely handsome face. He nodded gently, seeming to agree with Jiao Xiaoliu's words.
Bu Qingyun picked up the 'wind-cutting sword' on the ground and looked at it carefully.
"Don't look at it, it's definitely true." Jiao Xiaoliu casually saw Bu Qingyun looking at the sword.
Bu Qingyun smiled awkwardly, "I don't mean that, I just feel it's a pity."
"This sword has been with me for several years, and I haven't felt this way." Jiao Xiaoliu chuckled, "Just like people, if there is fate, this sword will come back. Don't be too sad." "Bu Qingyun,
Get up. It looks like it's going to rain. Let's go inside and talk..." Jiao Xiaoliu looked up at the dark sky, "otherwise it's going to be windy soon."
Coincidentally, as soon as Jiao Xiaoliu finished speaking, a strong wind began to blow. Feng Qianchen quickly carried Jiao Xiaoliu in his arms and carried him out. Bu Qingyun wiped the sweat from his forehead, "This princess can't be a fairy..."
If you say it's windy, it's really windy."
Feng Qianchen gently placed Jiao Xiaoliu on the couch, and Jiao Xiaoliu moved to the corner, "Tell me, why does Zhuo Ran want this 'wind-cutting sword'?"
"Everyone in the world wants it, after all there is such a rumor." Feng Qianchen smiled nonchalantly.
The strong wind blew through the window, and the sound was like a roaring lion, mixed with a "crackling" sound.
Just when Jiao Xiaoliu was about to say that it seemed to be raining, Bu Qingyun rushed in from the outside in a panic. He took a breath and risked being fined and said in a mournful voice, "It's obviously so late.
, my subordinates were soaked like this."
Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen just smiled and said nothing.
Just like this, Bu Qingyun felt uncomfortable all over, and he quickly lifted the front of his clothes and knelt down, "My lord, my lord, you'd better scold your subordinates."
Jiao Xiaoliu listened to the storm outside and said, "Bu Qingyun, go and light the lamp."
Bu Qingyun was stunned, "Yes!"
The dim candlelight instantly illuminated the somewhat dim room. Jiao Xiaoliu rested his head on Feng Qianchen's back, "Since Zhuo Ran wants it, I'll give it to him."
Jiao Xiaoliu clearly felt Feng Qianchen's body stiffen, and a helpless smile appeared on his face, "I never believe that 'the one who can cut the wind can conquer the world'. After all, I have held this sword for several years.
Qianchen, I want to save Ren Canngle and Yaoyao." Jiao Xiaoliu said calmly, "In my eyes, nothing is as important as human life. Although I have killed many people, but I have killed
They are all people who deserve to be killed.
What's more, the 'Wind-Severing Sword' is in my hand, so I have no reason to let Ren Canngle and Yaoyao die for this dead thing, right?"
Feng Qianchen's body gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curved into a brilliant arc, "Yes!"
"I think this is not allowed. Don't worry, Prince and Princess. Even if I risk my life, I will still..."
"Shut up!" Jiao Xiaoliu was still leaning on Feng Qianchen's back and interrupted Bu Qingyun angrily, "When did you become the master?" He turned his right hand and took the 'Wind-Severing Sword' in his hand.
Throw it in front of Bu Qingyun.
"When the rain stops, you can take it and exchange it for Cangyue and Yaoyao." Jiao Xiaoliu knelt on the couch, resting his shoulder on Feng Qianchen's shoulder, and whispered something. Bu Qingyun raised his head because of the wind and rain outside.
I could only see Jiao Xiaoliu's mouth opening and closing, but no sound could be heard.
Feng Qianchen's eyes lit up, and there was a bright smile on his extremely handsome face. He nodded gently, seeming to agree with Jiao Xiaoliu's words.
Bu Qingyun picked up the 'wind-cutting sword' on the ground and looked at it carefully.
"Don't look at it, it's definitely true." Jiao Xiaoliu casually saw Bu Qingyun looking at the sword.
Bu Qingyun smiled awkwardly, "I don't mean that, I just feel it's a pity."
"This sword has been with me for several years, and I have never felt this way." Jiao Xiaoliu chuckled, "Just like people, if there is fate, this sword will come back. Don't be too sad."
