Ning Xiaoling covered her eyes with her little paws, saying she didn't see anything.
Lu Marry's body trembled slightly. She paused for a moment, turned around, looked into Si Ming's Bingxue Qingyan eyes, and said, "Sister Xue Ci, is there anything else?"
Si Ming pinched the tail through Xueshang and tugged it. Then he looked at Lu Marry's unchanged face and snorted coldly: "It's boring. I don't know what the store makes this kind of thing for."
Lu Marian thought for a while and said, "Maybe... it's just cute?"
"Cute?" Siming said lightly, "Then why don't I raise a real fox?"
Ning Xiaoling listened to their conversation and was shocked: "What's so cute, something like Master..."
Lu Marian glared at her intentionally or unintentionally, and Ning Xiaoling shut up obediently.
"What?" Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Siming couldn't help but ask.
Ning Xiaoling's fox ears perked up and she changed the subject: "What kind of real fox are you raising? Doesn't my sister love me anymore?"
Si Ming looked at her fluffy, moving ears, tugged them, and said with a soft heart, "If sister doesn't love you, why have I been acting with you for so long?"
Ning Xiaoling smiled sweetly and rubbed her cheek against Siming's neck. Siming smiled slightly and was very satisfied.
When Ning Xiaoling hesitated, she immediately winked at Lu Jianxuan. Lu Jianxuan understood and gently broke away from Si Ming's hand and said, "I'll clean up the house first."
Si Ming did not bother.
Lu Marian returned to the house, closed the door, looked at the calendar on the wall, and sighed.
Didn’t you say you were leaving Tianbang half a month ago? Why haven’t you come back for so long...
No, it will take at least a month for Tianbang to come back... I am just worried.
Lu Marry gently dismissed her thoughts. She glanced out through the crack in the door to confirm that Siming was not chasing her.
She walked slowly into the house.
The bedding in the room has been neatly packed away, the tea set is upside down on the table, clean and tidy, everything is in order.
In the dim room, Lu Marry slowly sat down at the table.
She lit the copper stove and ironed it gently with her hands to dispel the slight chill of spring. The woman looked straight across the lattice window to the courtyard outside the window. In the courtyard, the plum blossoms were replaced by pear blossoms, filling the courtyard with fragrant fragrance.
Lu Marry continued to practice.
Practice day and night.
She suddenly returned to the days when she had settled down by the abyss, and her daily practice was full of motivation.
In the dim room, thousands of sword techniques flowed all over the body, like mountain springs, flowing gracefully. Lu Jiaojiao's face was calm, and she had reached a state of selflessness.
The shadows dispersed, and the house was illuminated brightly.
The shadow cast by the lattice window changed from slant to straight, and then shifted to the other side. The light also changed from dim to bright, and finally turned into a faint blur of orange, just like the maple leaves piled outside the window in late autumn.
The night is getting dark.
Lu Marry let out a breath, and the translucent sword shadows in the room flew back, falling into her shirt, sleeves, lapel, and hair.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
It was Siming's voice.
Lu Marian became nervous for no reason and said, "Sister Xue Ci, come in."
Siming pushed the door open and walked in, holding a red lacquered wooden box in his hand. The scent of pastries wafted out of the red box. The pear blossoms have fallen asleep outside the window, and the fragrance is particularly fragrant.
Siming placed the pastry box on the table, reached out and opened the wooden lid, and white mist sprayed out.
Siming said: "You practice all day long, do you really think that you are a fairy and you don't want to eat fireworks?"
You don't have to eat fireworks... Lu Marian thought silently, it's obvious that you haven't eaten in Duanjie City, yet you can't stop eating them!
Lu Marion dared not say anything when she was angry. She smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, sister, for your concern."
The two of them sat opposite each other, Qianqianyu's hand fell into the box, and she gently picked up the pastry and put it into her soft lips.
After eating the pastries, Siming's mood became much brighter. She stretched her body lazily, her icy eyes fell on Lu Jianhou and said, "Are you still used to it?"
Lu Marian's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately pretended to be stupid and said, "Although this pastry is not as sweet as the previous one, I'm used to it."
Siming said: "Are you pretending to be stupid with me?"
Lu Marry pursed her lips and hesitated: "The tail... is also quite cute."
Siming snorted softly and said: "This store makes the fox tail so lifelike, is it really just a decoration? If it is so impractical, why are there so many people buying it?"
Lu Marian straightened her mind and said confidently: "Of course, the fox's tail extends from the fox's tail vertebra. We humans can't do that. Of course it can only be worn on the belt as a pendant."
Siming squinted his eyes and looked at her suspiciously.
Lu Marry was very calm and asked: "How else could I let it go?"
Siming thought about it carefully and found that besides hanging around his waist, there seemed to be no other place for the fox tail to hang.
Oh, it's so boring...
She stretched out her hand, closed the pastry box, glanced at the sword lying across the table, and suddenly asked: "Have you ever had a sword before?"
Lu Marion nodded and said, "Yes, her name is Minglan. Later she was taken down the abyss by her husband, and then she disappeared."
Siming smiled and said, "So that sword is called Ming Lan."
Lu Marry was slightly startled and said, "What's wrong?"
Siming said: "The sword was already broken when I saw it, but I broke it after all."
Si Ming and Ning Jiujiu were enemies in the past, she knew it, and she admired and was a little angry at Ning Jiujiu's ability to instigate rebellion, well... he could fight without bloodshed.
"Did my sister break the Minglan Sword?" Lu Jiaojiao pretended to be surprised.
Siming nodded gently.
Lu Married said: "The sword didn't hurt my sister, right?"
Siming stretched out his hand, poked her forehead, and laughed angrily: "What are you pretending to be? Do you really think your sister is a fool?"
Lu Marry also laughed and said: "Now that my sword body is mature, I don't need to wear a sword anymore. Sister, you don't have to worry about me."
Siming objected: "No, you won't know until the real life-and-death showdown, how big the difference is between having a magic weapon and not, especially... when fighting against gods."
"God?" Lu Jiaojian was surprised.
Siming hummed and said, "According to legend, there were immortal bows and divine blades that were forged in the human world, and were able to kill high-ranking gods."
Lu Marion raised her head involuntarily, looked beyond the window and looked out at the vast night, and said: "After so many years, I guess the original magic weapon has been destroyed long ago, right?"
"Yes." Siming said: "There is still a big cauldron left in the middle-earth. It is said to be one of the magic weapons back then. It is just seriously polluted. Even if it was taken by force, it would probably be scrap metal."
Lu Marian felt unreasonable sadness in her heart: "The magical weapons and immortal swords are no longer able to bear the passage of time, let alone human beings?"
Si Ming smiled indifferently, she casually rolled a strand of silver wire behind her ear, stood up slowly, and said: "Don't worry, my sister ruined your sword. From now on, I will give you a sword with a grade far higher than Minglan. It will be in the future." Maybe... I can be immortal with you."
When Siming said this, his tone was slightly clear.
Lu Marion didn't know whether she should take it seriously or not.
"Thank you sister in advance." Lu Marian said.
Siming smiled lightly, walked slowly to the bed, casually untied a fox tail hanging on the bedside, and rubbed the pointed, rounded iron awl with his hand.
She bought a lot of fox tails, mainly because they looked good.
I originally thought it would be useful, but unfortunately...
"Is this really just hanging on the back?" Siming still wanted to struggle.
Lu Marion slapped the table and said decisively: "Of course!"
Si Ming played with it for a while and found it boring, so he hung it on the bedside and said, "By the way, after I leave, you have to take good care of yourself. Don't always be bullied by that evil person, like a little resentful woman."
Lu Marry was slightly surprised: "Sister is leaving?"
Siming nodded and smiled softly, saying: "No need to worry, I can still stay with you for another ten days."
"Why are you leaving?" Lu Married asked.
Siming smiled and said, "Do you think you can infect me with your stupidity after being with me for so long?"
"..." Lu Marian felt aggrieved.
Siming said: "I know you still want to wait for the evil man to come back and unite to retaliate against me. This little thought of enduring humiliation and bearing the burden is almost written on your face."
Lu Marian said in a low voice: "How can there be..."
Siming smiled and said: "In short, your plan will not succeed."
Lu Marian was reluctant to leave, and said displeasedly: "Is it because of this that my sister is leaving? She is too petty and angry."
Si Ming spoke very softly: "I still have my own things to do, very important things. It's okay to think about Xiao Ling's things. When the day comes when Lord Ming becomes a canon, I might come back and have a look... I've been very busy in the past few months. Happy, thank you for accompanying me."
Lu Marian said: "Then why are you leaving in ten days?"
Si Ming said confidently: "It will take at least fifteen days for Ning Changjiang to come back, but he is always able to get some strange opportunities. He will gain wisdom through every experience. It is safest to leave after ten days."
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On the land of Middle-earth, the sword rainbow runs through the west and east.
Ning Changchun stepped on the Kunlun Sword and cut through the air with his sword.
This sword seemed to have been in the dust box for too long, flying faster and faster, flying faster and faster, the sword light cut through the wind, and in the blink of an eye it was almost twice as fast as when it came.