Xia Wushuang's injury was not as serious as expected. When Chu He rushed to a garden villa where she was temporarily living, the night elf had already bandaged the wound and was sitting quietly in the living room drinking water.
Her face was as delicate and graceful as ever. But at this moment, there was a hint of morbidity in her beauty. Not only did it not bring any visual disadvantage to her, but it added a bit of alternative charm, which was very charming.
Because of the injuries on her body, she rarely wore a pair of solid-color pajamas. Although she also tended to be pale white, she was not as cold and unkind as usual. It made her somewhat feminine and charming. When Chu He entered the hall
, she put down the water glass, stood up slowly and said, "You shouldn't have come."
"You shouldn't go!"
Before Xia Wushuang finished speaking, Chu He also blurted out.
A look of surprise flashed across Xia Wushuang's eyebrows, and she pursed her lips and said, "Why?"
"Now the overall situation is uncertain. You have no ability to fight against Ditian. Boss Xia has been planning for many years and entrusted the committee to you. Xia Heyuan prayed for you in Baicheng. May you be safe and sound. But you ignored everyone's objections and went there without permission.
Assassination of Di Tian in the castle. Have you ever thought about, if you die, who will maintain the next situation? How will the subordinates your father left behind deal with themselves? My sister who was cruelly injured by you and has not been seen all year round,
So what?”
Chu He's tone became more and more fierce, and he said in a deep voice: "How can you make such a ridiculous decision now?"
Although these words played into the hands of Bai Qiu and Chen Changqing who were waiting in the living room, these two men did not have much dealings with Xia Wushuang, but they knew that the eldest lady was powerful and his subordinates were still worried about how they would deal with this cold and ruthless eldest lady.
Can she endure Chu He's criticism?
Will she accept Chu He's harsh words?
she--
As soon as Chu He came, Xia Wushuang, whose icy complexion had been somewhat warmed up, listened to Chu He's righteous criticism, and her pair of piercingly beautiful eyes were once again covered with frost. The corners of her soft lips were slightly raised, and she said indifferently:
"What does it have to do with you?"
Why?
What does it have to do with you?
The previous sentence is full of expectations.
The last sentence is callous and ruthless.
They were two different people in the blink of an eye. It was hard to figure out. Even Chu He was caught off guard and didn't know how to answer the question. His tense face relaxed slightly, and he sighed softly: "I just hope you will think twice about everything, don't
You are so impulsive again. After all, you have too many important responsibilities now, and you are no longer a chivalrous woman who can work alone."
"With you -" Xia Wushuang said sternly with a chill all over her body. "What are you doing!?"
What does it have to do with you!?
Why do you care about me?
What qualifications do you have to care about me!?
Who do you think you are!?
Why should I listen to you!?
Who dares to care about what I, Xia Wushuang, want to do?
Who can stop what I, Xia Wushuang, want to do!?
So what if I die?
Who can avoid death?
The temperature in the living room dropped sharply, and both Chen Changqing and Bai Qiu couldn't help but take two steps back, as if they couldn't bear the majestic anger of Miss Wushuang. For everyone, they couldn't understand where Xia Wushuang's anger came from.
.Including Chu River.
Okay. Chu He admitted that his tone was a little harsh just now because he was outspoken. But this was not because it was related to this matter. Chu He felt that the other party could bear to say this.
Who would have thought that Xia Wushuang could be so stingy and wouldn't tolerate anyone else saying a word?
Seeing that Xia Wushuang seemed to be shrouded in ice, Chu He felt embarrassed and a little helpless, and said bitterly: "Indeed, what you want to do has nothing to do with me. I am not qualified to care. Just treat me as nosy.
"
After saying that, he nodded slightly, then greeted Chen Changqing and the other two, turned around and left the villa before he even had a chance to sit down.
After the heavy rain, there seemed to be a hint of sweetness in the air. It made people feel comfortable physically and mentally. In an instant, the depression in Chu He's heart was cleared away. After a brief stretch of his muscles, Chu He strode forward and hummed an unknown ditty back to the hotel.
…
After Chu He left, the atmosphere in the living room was still unsatisfactory. Bai Qiu and Chen Changqing looked at each other, and Chen Changqing, a former politician with excellent eloquence, came forward to persuade: "Miss, Mr. Chu also has good intentions."
Snap!
The water glass fell to the ground with a bang, frightening the hearts of the old couple who were accustomed to the world. They looked at Xia Wushuang with troubled expressions, helpless.
"Mr. Chu has helped the Xia family a lot. Boss Xia also values him very much. Should we—"
Xia Wushuang didn't wait for Bai Qiu to finish, and walked away without looking back.
This villa was where Xia Zhengqing spent his vacations in previous years. The back garden was planted with all kinds of flowers and plants, and a pavilion in the middle was a place for him to drink tea and relax. Xia Wushuang often accompanied Xia Zhengqing when he was a child, and he also had an inexplicable connection with this place.
Feelings. Now she walked over with complicated emotions. She was in a trance in this garden that was like spring all year round.
Buzz!
The white silk swooped out and fell into his hand lightly. Xia Wushuang, whose thoughts were confused, suddenly jumped out and danced with the sword in the garden, his posture was elegant and free and easy.
"The White Ling Sword and the Bone Sword were originally integrated into one body. Back then, the pair of swordsmiths made them out of flesh and blood, which meant that they should not be separated. Now that the Bai Ling is in your hands, the whereabouts of the Bone Sword are unknown. What will happen to the future?
If we can find the one holding the bone sword, it can be considered a wonderful fate."
The wise man Xia Zhengqing gently stroked Bai Ling, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he actually drew several sword flowers. He stared at the young Xia Wushuang tenderly and said with a smile: "Wushuang, I will give this sword to you. If you find someone destined to meet you someday, I will give it to you."
Consider it the father’s compensation for you.”
Whoosh!
The sword edge turned faster and faster, and Xia Wushuang's whole body was full of sword intent. However, the dark eyes were filled with chaos and could not calm down.
"Father. I found him."
Five years ago, Xia Wushuang, who had become a young girl, came with a sword and said to Xia Zhengqing, who was full of white hair.
"Oh?" Xia Zhengqing asked with a smile. "Who is this person?"
"Queen of Qinglong. The name of Ghost Judge." Xia Wushuang said calmly. "Chu River."
Chuhe!
Chuhe!!
The bone swordsman is Chuhe!
But he is about to become the guardian of Xia He far away in Baicheng.
Why!?
"That's just a legend after all." Xia Wushuang took back the white silk and said to Xia Zhengqing, who had a delicate expression on his face. "I'm not superstitious."
Is she superstitious?
Choosing a dagger at a young age is destined to live in darkness. Is this really Xia Wushuang's fate?
She is not superstitious, but she is doing what a superstitious person should do.
Phew!
The sword was full of intent and pierced several delicate flowers. Xia Wushuang frowned deeply and swung his sword across them!
Why!?
Why you shouldn’t go!
Just because I have a heavy responsibility?
Just because Xia He who is far away in Baicheng doesn't want me to die?
Just because everything my father left behind needs me to maintain?
Is it just because of that?
She was angered by the Blood Guard's assassination.
She lost her mind because of Chuhe's injury.
Everything she did was only because of him!
What about him?
His criticism, his accusations, everything about him - it's not because of her!
Why?
Why isn't it because you don't want me to die?
Why not - you want me to live well?
Why not?
Phew!
A stream of blood spurted out from the pale mouth. Xia Wushuang's figure suddenly swayed. With a clang, the long sword hit the ground, barely able to stabilize the crumbling body.
Under the bright moon.
The woman's clothes were as white as snow, and her face was as beautiful as jade. But her dim eyes were full of pain.
She is in pain.
Body pain.
My heart hurts even more.
The pain was heartbreaking and unbearable. But she couldn't do anything. She couldn't say anything.
She is Xia Wushuang. She is a thorn in Emperor Tian's side, the eldest daughter of Xia Zhengqing who Shenhui wants to get rid of quickly, and she is also the spiritual leader of the Xia family dynasty.
She has a heavy responsibility that is unbearable for ordinary people, and she is Xia He's biological sister——
Sister, how can you compete with your sister for a man who is good enough?
"Hahaha--"
Xia Wushuang looked up to the sky and laughed, her laughter sad and angry. The blood on the corners of her lips was shocking and shocking. It made people fear this murderous female devil. They also felt sorry for this poor woman who had to shoulder everything.
Keng!
Xia Wushuang pulled out her long sword, and a spark of fire came from bottom to top, shining on the Wushuang girl's delicate and delicate cheek. This woman who had endured everything and buried all the loneliness and suffering deep in her heart murmured to herself: "Father
.Have you ever thought that this sword will only bring me endless torture instead of compensation?"
Whoosh!
The long sword suddenly retracted and disappeared immediately. When Xia Wushuang turned around, the blood on the corners of her lips disappeared. She walked steadily towards her room, and when she passed by Chen Changqing and Chen Changqing, who had complicated faces in the corridor,
The woman said indifferently: "The God-killing plan has been fully launched."
