After a long period of silence, Ye Xiaochuan did not know when, but he shamelessly sat on the bench next to Yun Qiyou. He was only two or three feet away from Yun Qiyou. The aura emanating from Yun Qiyou
A faint aroma.
It didn't seem to be the scent of rouge and gouache, but rather the light body fragrance that women are born with. It made someone's heart flutter slightly, as if he had forgotten the deep hatred that this beautiful woman had robbed him twice.
Gradually, Ye Xiaochuan discovered that the ridiculously beautiful Yun Qiyou, who was holding her chin in front of her, didn't seem to be interested in him at all. Her clear eyes and all her thoughts were focused on the bright moon that was gradually climbing up.
above.
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt a little depressed and a little disappointed for no reason. But soon, this mood disappeared, and his attention gradually shifted from the beautiful woman next to him to her.
The one leaning against his feet was inserted into Zhan Chen in the snow-white scabbard.
According to the Sword God Senior Situ Feng, Wu Feng and Zhan Chen are enemies who have been entangled for three lives and seven lives. It takes nine thousand nine hundred years and seven lives to resolve the hatred between these two swords. Senior Situ Feng and Su Qing
Senior Lian is the sixth life, and he and Yun Qiyou in front of him are the seventh life.
If what he said was true, he was wondering whether he and Yun Qiyou, a peerless beauty, would have a relationship in the future.
Then I thought about it, it seems that the masters of these swords in the past six lives had no good end. Does this mean that there is no way for me and Yun Qiyou to have a happy relationship, but that they will kill each other instead of themselves, as Senior Situ Feng said?
If you kill Yun Qiyou, you will die by her sword.
After a while, Ye Xiaochuan thought again that Zhan Chen seemed to have been placed under a forbidden barrier by senior Situ Feng, sealing Zhan Chen's evil aura. Now the seal seemed a little unstable. Could Yun Qiyou be like Liu Qian?
How could Zhan Chen's previous master, Su Qinglian, be possessed by such a thought?
With all kinds of emotions lingering in his heart, Ye Xiaochuan slowly reached out and actually wanted to reach out to pick up Zhan Chen who was leaning on the bench.
However, Zhan Chen was on the other side of Yun Qiyou. He was wandering in the sky at the moment. When he stretched out his hand, he did not catch the divine sword. Instead, he touched the arm of Yun Qiyou who was sitting in front of him and looking at the moon.
He immediately woke up, hurriedly retracted his hand, smiled dryly, and said: "I... I just want to see Zhan Chen... I have no other intention..."
Yun Qiyou still rested his arm on the bench to support his chin, tilted his head and glanced at Ye Xiaochuan, saying, "Are you interested in Zhan Chen?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "I just want to take a look. Last time when I was thinking about crossing the cliff, I was busy saving you and didn't have time to take a closer look."
Yun Qiyou held his chin with one hand, and picked up Zhan Chen beside him with the other hand, handed it to Ye Xiaochuan, and said softly: "You can read it if you want."
Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and hesitated, but he did not dare to take the snow-white divine sword from Yun Qiyou's hand.
Yun Qiyou was a little surprised and said, "Don't you want to take a look?"
Ye Xiaochuan swallowed his saliva and said, "It really doesn't matter?"
Yun Qiyou said: "What does it matter?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Up until now, Zhan Chen has not unsheathed his sword. There are countless people who want to see your sword. Are you really willing to let me see it?"
A hint of smile suddenly appeared on Yun Qiyou's always cold face. She pursed her lips and smiled softly, as if her eyes, which were like ten thousand years of ice, also melted.
Yun Qiyou's faint smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, like fireworks exploding, like a white snow lotus hanging alone on the glacier, waiting to bloom in the fierce cold wind, revealing a bit of beauty and tenderness in the coldness.
There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent.
A smile can captivate a city, and a smile can captivate a country.
Her smile was very shallow, without any tenderness, but in Ye Xiaochuan's eyes at this moment, the slight pout and the shallow smile seemed to be the legendary look back and smile.
This little pervert, this big pervert, suddenly became a little obsessed. It seemed that all the flowers and flowers in the world had lost their color in front of this beautiful woman with a gentle smile.
Yun Qiyou saw Ye Xiaochuan staring straight at him, almost drooling, with a pig-headed face. The gentle smile at the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, and the expression of displeasure and disgust followed.
born.
After a long time, after seeing a faint look of displeasure on Yun Qiyou's cheek, Ye Xiaochuan shuddered, quickly looked away, and reached out to take the world-famous Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Sword from Yun Qiyou's fair hands.
dust.
Yun Qiyou said: "It is very rude for you to stare at a woman with such a vulgar look."
Ye Xiaochuan argued: "This is not a vulgar look! This is appreciation! Everyone has a love for beauty. Don't you think you can't let others see you if you are beautiful? Then you might as well lock yourself in the room every day forever.
Don’t come out!”
"Staggering!"
With a crisp sound, Ye Xiaochuan had already pulled Zhan Chen out of the scabbard. There were many ancient inscriptions on the snow-white sword, which were similar to the inscriptions on his own Wu Feng. They were all mysterious words that seemed to have been lost in the world for many years.
pattern.
This was the first time for Ye Xiaochuan to see Zhan Chen at such a close distance. The three-foot-one-inch sword was as white and flawless as snowflakes. The small patterns and inscriptions deeply carved on the sword were like flowing clouds and flowing water. Their softness and flexibility seemed to imply the Taoist Tai Chi method.
, is so beautiful, so soft.
Ye Xiaochuan was surprised, stretched out his hand to touch the soft patterns on the sword, and murmured: "How come there are so many soft lines on this sword? I haven't heard of it before."
Yun Qiyou said calmly: "Zhan Chen's unsheathing is often accompanied by a dazzling white light. Except for a few people who watch Zhan Chen at close range, most of Cangyun's elders actually don't know what Zhan Chen looks like."
In the quiet bamboo forest, Ning Xiangruo and Yang Liudi were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.
They were far away from Shiting, and they did not see Yun Qiyou's faint smile that turned everyone upside down in that moment. They only saw the junior sister hand Zhan Chen to Ye Xiaochuan, and then Ye Xiaochuan took Zhan Chen out of the scabbard and watched carefully.
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It took Yang Liudi a while to come back to his senses and whispered: "Senior sister, have you seen it! Zhan Chen, who has always been regarded as life by the little junior sister, is now being handed over to Ye Xiaochuan's hands to play with! There must be something going on between these two people.
Son! My God, could it be that Junior Sister and Ye Xiaochuan..."
"shut up!"
Ning Xiangruo called out in a low voice, interrupting Yang Liudi's slightly ambiguous speculation. At this moment, she had a serious expression and strange eyes, and said: "You must not talk nonsense about this kind of speculation!"
