Chapter 231: You touch your ears, I touch my hands
"The fourth sword..." Fang Geyu's face gradually became serious, and his eyes were distant and cold.
The person who came was none other than Yun Rong, the fourth-ranked Xue Xi Sword of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Today she did not wear white clothes, but changed into a black and red sword robe, with a long sword wrapped in a strip of cloth on her back.
Her long black hair was tied up with a hair crown of the same color. Between the hair crown and the band, there hung a silver clan bell engraved with a sword emblem, which was making a gentle sound in the wind.
There are mountains and rivers, sun and moon, flaming clouds and flowing fire, and dark night unicorns embroidered on her lapels, which are exactly the costumes of Tianxi Sword Sect.
For such an ethereal person, under this complicated and rigorous black and red sword outfit, his soft and beautiful face has a bit of compelling heroic spirit.
She was looking at Balian with a half-smile, but her eyes were not directed at Fang Geyu at all, and she seemed to be very interested in him.
In other words, she was more interested in his earlobes.
Although Bailian had received some favors from her, after all, Yun Rong was not as good as one of her own like Fang Geyu.
After all, she still felt a little uncomfortable having her ears manipulated and played with like this.
So he smiled politely at Yun Rong and said, "Miss Yun Rong, can you let go of your hand? It's a little cold."
Although it is a euphemistic statement, it is correct.
Her fingertips were cold, as if she had come from far away from thousands of rivers and mountains, and the wind and snow had chilled her temperature when she came with a sword.
"Really?" Yun Rong raised his eyebrows and chuckled, but actually took back his hand.
"I don't know..." Balian was about to ask her what happened.
Then he saw the Fourth Swordsman put his finger to his lips and took a few breaths of hot breath to warm his fingertips.
Then he touched it up with a smile and pinched his earlobe persistently: "Isn't it cold now? Wow, I thought the body of the corpse demon was all hard, but it turns out your earlobe is so soft."
Balian: "..."
Fang Geyu: "..."
Seeing that the other earlobe of Bai Lian was gradually turning red, Fang Geyu raised his little eyebrows and knocked on the table: "Hey, Master Fourth Sword came here uninvited, isn't it just to play with your ears?"
Bar?"
Balian also stepped back to break away from her fingers, and said seriously: "Men and women are not allowed to kiss each other."
Unexpectedly, both of them underestimated the Fourth Sword's thick skin.
Her fingers seemed to be glued to his ears, and it was hard to tell how much force she had used, but no matter how much Balian tried to hide, she could not break free.
She picked up a fried cake on the table very familiarly, bit into it carelessly, and said with a half-smile: "This is really strange. The little girl from Shifang City pinches your ears and you behave properly."
Sitting upright and being extremely well-behaved, when you come to my place, you won’t be teased anymore?”
These words made Fang Geyu startled and couldn't help but glance at Bai Lian.
When she pinched him just now, he did not show any resistance and awkwardness as he did now, just as Yun Rong said.
He sat down solemnly and let her do whatever he wanted. He was extremely well-behaved.
This subtle difference in treatment...
Fang Geyu felt as if his heart had been stepped on by a furry cat's claw pad.
Soft.
Balian was very speechless: "Young lady already said teasing words, how can I let you continue?"
Yun Rong slowly ate up the half piece of fried rice cake, not minding at all that it was the leftovers from Fang Geyu's meal, and he didn't even have half of the majestic air of the fourth sword.
After eating, he slowly rubbed the oil between his fingers on Balian's clothes with a very friendly smile: "Don't be afraid, I just want to see your ears."
The fourth sword of Tianxi is Yun Rong.
He has a free and easy temperament, and is a rare free-spirited person in this world. He only loves one thing in his heart, and that is the sword.
It is often this free and easy temperament that truly makes people look up to them and look up to them with respect.
Fang Geyu looked at her with a friendly smile, but there was no fluctuation in those thick and colorful eyes. It was not heartless, but a true lack of desire.
That look was like looking at some kind of interesting pet, half-smiling but not smiling.
Balian's eyes moved, but he suddenly lowered his head, looking at the plain hands wiping oil stains between the clothes on his chest, his eyes suddenly darkened a little: "Miss Yunrong recognized the sword mark between her lower ears.
"
Yun Rong smiled incredulously, lifted his chin with clean fingers, and brought his face to the window.
She narrowed her clear, clear eyes and stared at the red spot between his ears.
She tilted her head and said, "Interesting."
Balian pursed his lips, tilted his head to avoid her fingers, glanced at her hand, and suddenly said: "I met someone today."
The smile on Yun Rong's lips continued: "Yeah."
Balian said calmly: "That person planted the Tianxi Sword Seal on me."
Yun Rong raised his eyebrows, his expression unchanged: "Huh?"
Bailian said: "Miss Yunrong's hands are just as beautiful as that man's hands..."
This time, Yun Rong's fingers finally left his ears, and her little finger lightly traced his earlobe. Even her movements were exactly the same as that person's.
However, the man's tail finger left a sword mark on him.
But Yun Rong, with a slight hook of his little finger, put the red sword mark on his fingertip.
He looked at Balian with a smile and said, "The eyes are quite good."
Balian watched as the touch of red on the tip of her little finger flowed like liquid on the waterline, then quickly ran into her cuffs and flowed all the way along the white wrist.
The thin red line climbed up the white neck, and finally settled between her earlobes, like jade and porcelain dotted with cinnabar, bright red.
She forcibly sealed the Soul-Splitting Sword Seal in her body.
Balian frowned slightly, wondering what she meant by this move.
Yun Rong pinched his earlobe, leaned against the window, and said in a flat voice: "But you only saw that person once, and you remember the shape of that person's hand?"
Balian looked at her calmly and said seriously: "Those are a pair of hands suitable for practicing swordsmanship."
Yun Rong raised his eyebrows and smiled, but said nothing.
Balian's eyes moved slightly, as if hesitating, but he finally said something abrupt: "Can I touch your hand?"
Fang Geyu knocked over the cup of pepper tea and looked at him speechlessly.
The beautiful eyebrows raised by Yun Rong slowly sank again.
In response to such a rude remark, she was surprisingly tolerant and generous. She was not angry at all, but instead had more interest and curiosity in her eyes.
"Well...it's because I teased you just now, so you want to tease me back?" she said.
Balian neither admitted nor denied, but asked extremely persistently: "Is it okay?"
Fang Geyu rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Who are you trying to take advantage of? That's Yun Rong, one of the Thirteen Swordsmen of Tianxi!"
"Okay." Yun Rong's answer was extremely straightforward. She put her right hand in Bailian's hand very generously, and her dark eyes were extremely deep: "I'll just touch you once, only once, so little corpse
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