"Bright and aboveboard? Haha!" Chang Ren smiled at Chu Yi who was behind Chu Yao, his eyes were full of ridicule, "That really opened my eyes!"
Chu Yi's eyes turned cold, she wanted to say something ironic, but heard Chu Yao ironically say, "Your narrow vision really needs to be opened!"
Chang Ren snorted coldly and waved his sleeves, "I'm not talking nonsense anymore!"
The next moment they waved their sleeves, those who were still standing still had red eyes and killed the Chu sisters!
That yin wind called "Soul Sacrifice" has been flying around Chu Yi, looking for an opportunity to succeed!
And Ye Ze has been besieged all the time, and he can't take it out at all!
Chu Yao stood in front of Chu Yi, her voice slightly low, "Are you afraid?"
Chu Yi sneered, "Who do you think I am?"
"I don't have a sword anymore." Behind Chu Yao were the people who rushed up. They were holding swords, spears, swords and halberds, and their eyes were red with killing intent, but she didn't care, she just looked back at Chu Yi, light brown. His eyes were full of indescribable emotions, "Maybe in the future, I won't pick up the sword."
Chu Yi said, "What with me..."
She didn't say the rest of the words, and in her shrunken pupils was a huge long knife, which slashed towards her right arm from behind Chu Yao!
"tick..."
Chu Yao grabbed the knife with her backhand and pushed the person behind her to the ground with force. She kicked the person on the chest. The blood flowed down from the top, dyeing the back of the cold white sword that was clasped by Xuebai Su's hand red. She looked at Chu Yi, and slowly let go of her hand, and the cold white long sword fell to the ground with a bang.
"..." Chu Yi moved her lips, but she couldn't deny it.
at that moment.
She wanted to say, be careful.
"It has nothing to do with you." Chu Yao pressed the attacking person on the ground in the same way, moving neatly and neatly, except that the wound was bleeding all the time, it was simply pleasing to the eye, she said, "I just want to say ...even without a sword, I can protect you."
When Chu Yao said this, she didn't look at her.
"So, even if there is no butterfly soul, don't be afraid."
Butterfly soul is her clothing charm.
Unlike other clothing charms, Butterfly Soul is incomplete. It doesn't even have a specific shape, it's just a broken body formed by countless broken souls of butterflies, so it can be attached to a piece of sleeve of any clothes.
It's the same as her.
All are incomplete.
As long as there is a branch to lean on, then it will be firmly grasped.
Only just now, she blew herself up with her butterfly soul.
After a pause, Chu Yao kicked away a man who rushed over from behind Chu Yi, and when she brushed the side of Chu Yi's ear, she whispered, "Of course. This is my own idea."
"Wishful thinking, naturally has nothing to do with you."
The wind brushed the sound of the ear.
Chu Yi suddenly remembered that hot summer.
She crouched in the corner, blindfolded.
Because people in her mother's yard don't like her eyes, so occasionally, she will cover them up, imagining that it will be less annoying.
"What are you doing squatting here? Growing mushrooms?"
She heard a girl's voice.
She didn't speak.
"...It's weird." The girl muttered, "I think I've seen you somewhere... squatting here..."
"Can't you see?"
"Tsk, if you can't see it, you can always hear it, right?"
"...Blind, deaf, dumb?"
Chu Yi moved.
The girl suddenly said, "So it's not deaf."
She smiled, "It's good to hear it."
At that time, she had just been beaten and scolded by her mother, and she was in a gloomy mood and didn't want to pay attention to anyone.
The girl didn't stay long, and was soon called away respectfully.
Then don't know when.
On the eaves, there is a string of wind chimes.
When the wind blows, it's always nice to hear.
"...that was... hung up..."
"nasty bells..."
"...shh...that kid is being spoiled..."
Later... No, I actually knew it a long time ago.
That is her concubine.
It is a word that can make Xijing's mother hang a string of wind chimes on the eaves.
It is also obviously inferior to her.
But she can always live, someone more noble than her.