Hua Xi turned around and looked at him, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you going home? I'm very tired, can you hurry up?"
Xingzhui pursed his lips tightly with an arrogant look on his face. He looked after his appearance. Hua Xi knew that he was being willful, so she could just coax him.
But now, she has no strength to coax him.
She was really tired. Sometimes it was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
"If you don't leave, I will leave." Hua Xi had no choice but to turn around and slowly walk out of the temple.
Xingluo looked at her back, biting her lip arrogantly, waiting for her to stop. She wouldn't just leave like this, she should at least take him with her.
However, her back was about to disappear outside the gate, and she had no intention of stopping.
How could she leave without looking back?
How could...
"Hua Xi." He thought for a while, but still had no choice but to catch up by himself.
Hua Xi had already walked out of the door when she suddenly heard footsteps chasing behind her, and soon a pair of small hands firmly grasped her own.
She lowered her head and looked, only to see Xingluo also lowering his little head, looking at the ground instead of looking at her.
She couldn't help but smile, maybe the gods were not all so indifferent.
At least not Jia Ruo, nor Star Pendant.
Oh, by the way, neither is the guy who gave her the star.
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The slender black sword danced like a swirling afterimage under the light of the lanterns in the yard.
The rusty sword body could not reveal the sharp sword light, but the streamlined and graceful lines were like a god of death with elegant techniques.
Stab forward, chop backward, chop sideways, each move has a stunning beauty to it.
After Hua Xi made one move, he panted and stopped.
I have been practicing sword practice for two hours in a row, and I am so exhausted that I am sweating profusely.
She sat down and gently wiped the sword blade with a cloth.
The embroidered iron sword was always covered with rust. She had tried polishing it before, but no matter what, the layer of rust could not be removed.
If the soul inside wasn't so powerful and helped her resolve crises time and time again, she would have suspected that she had summoned a pile of junk.
"Drink water." Seeing her stop, Xingzhui brought her a glass of water from nowhere.
This kid just has the ability to do little things from time to time to make her regret treating him badly before.
"Thank you." Hua Xi drank the water in one gulp, then leaned against the stone table and propped up her face.
She held the embroidered iron sword in her hand and played with it.
The sky is dark, without stars or moon.
Now, seeing that there are no stars and moon in the sky, she will not think too much about whether Chongxi is unhappy.
Whether he is happy or not has nothing to do with her.
Xingzhui looked at the embroidered iron sword and said slowly: "Why do you still need this sword if it's so broken?"
Hua Xi raised the sword and looked up: "I believe that one day he will become an unparalleled sword."
"Stinky girl, you have a good sense." Xiu Tie Jian chuckled.
Xingluo curled his lips and said immediately: "The sword is a weapon, and only when the weapon is in the heart can you wield the sword. But a sword with too much violence may devour the heart."
"Are you saying that he is very violent?" Hua Xi smiled casually, "I saw countless swords in the sword tomb. Many of the swords were very violent, but they were all peerless swords."
She believed that the more violent the sword, the stronger it would be.
But I can only look at the strength of the sword wielder.
She believes that she is not someone who is easily swallowed up.
