The shape slowly became solid, revealing a particularly charming face, with black hair draped over his shoulders like a waterfall, and a fragrance filled the room. wWW. QuANbEn-XiAoShUo. Com
The female sword master was wearing a lavender gown, holding a long sword with cold light in her hand, looking at Long Yi with a faint smile.
"Sister, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still as charming as ever." Long Yi laughed, feeling quite unnatural under the gaze of the female sword master.
"What do you want to do with your sneaky eyes?" the female swordsman put away her sword, pulled up a chair and sat down and asked.
Long Yi chuckled, unceremoniously pulled out another chair and sat down, saying: "I have no other intentions, I just came to Mia Principality for two days and haven't had time to visit you, and I will leave tomorrow. If you don’t come, you won’t have time.”
The female sword master looked at Long Yi with a meaningful smile and said lightly: "If you have anything to do, go to the back mountain to talk. I can't accommodate a great god like you in this small room."
"How can I be a great god? I'm just a minor god at best." Long Yi chuckled. To be precise, he's not even a minor god. Who makes him unable to wear anything in the Thor suit? East.
The female sword master was too lazy to quarrel with Long Yi, so she flashed out of the door and flew towards the back mountain.
The wind is still gentle, gently swaying the clothes of the female sword master on the top of the mountain. If you only look at this back, I am afraid that no man in the world can escape this perfect and mysterious temperament, but time is ruthless after all, when that beautiful woman Her pretty face is covered with a layer of vicissitudes of time, and there are probably only two-thirds of the men who can understand her.
The female sword master turned around and saw Long Yi standing a few steps away, staring at her blankly.
"What are you looking at? What's so good about me, an old woman?" the female swordsman chuckled. Ordinary things could no longer shake her weathered heart.
"Eldest sister can't be called old. That's called maturity. It's a kind of charm that comes out after years of precipitation." Long Yi said with a smile.
The female sword master was startled, then Zhuan Er laughed in relief and said: "You are such a big kid, how come you sound so old-fashioned when you talk? People who don't know better think you are as old as me."
Long Yi smiled, looking calm and clear. He lived through two lives. His two lifetimes have been much more exciting than others, and others may not be as good as him in a hundred lifetimes combined. His mentality and feelings are naturally different. It's just that many times he puts his real self in a disguise.
"Okay, stop pretending to be mature and tell me why you came to see me." The female sword master asked.
Long nodded. There was a naughty smile on his face again, and he said: "I came here this time to ask my eldest sister for a favor."
"What's the matter?" the female sword master asked, raising her eyebrows.
Long Yi pondered the organizational language for a moment, and then told the female sword master about Shui Ruoyan, including his doubts and worries.
"Then how do you want me to help you?" the female sword master asked.
"I want you to pay attention to Shui Ruoyan's every move. Maybe sometimes she doesn't know what she is doing. If there is anything abnormal, I hope eldest sister can help." Long Yi sincerely requested.
The female swordsman smiled gently and said, "It's not impossible to promise you. There's just one condition."
"What conditions? If you want to sell out your appearance or something, I will never agree." Long Yi jumped back, crossed his arms and said with a smile.
The female sword master's eyes widened, and a golden fighting spirit passed by Long Yidi's handsome face at lightning speed, leaving a faint red mark on his face.
Long Yi didn't care at all, and the red mark on Zhenqi Yun's face disappeared without a trace. He stared at the female sword master and smiled: "As expected, you have been hiding your strength. You have already reached the realm of the God of Law."
The female sword master was noncommittal and said with a smile: "If you continue to talk nonsense, your appearance will be ruined. Let's see how you continue to seduce girls."
"Sister, you don't know something about this. Even if I am ugly, the beautiful woman is still crying and shouting and leaning over me. This is called a man's charm and has nothing to do with his appearance." Long Yi walked up to the female swordsman with his hands behind his back. He stood with an indescribable confidence in his tone.
The female swordsman, no, she should be called the female swordsman now. She brushed the hair on her shoulders wordlessly, and she couldn't see through this boy. He was hidden too deeply and changed too quickly, making it impossible to figure out. .
"I can help you keep an eye on Shui Ruoyan, but the condition is to make Ximen Wuhen happy." The female sword god's dark eyes pierced Long Yi's eyes like two sharp swords.
Long Shuang's eyes were fixed, and he looked at the female sword god without any fear. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "I don't understand what you are saying. Wuhen is my sister. Let her feel the happiness between relatives. my responsibility."
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Love, do you understand? "The female sword master said calmly.
Long Yi was stunned as if someone had hit him on the back of the head with a stick. After a long time, he pointed at the plain-looking female swordswoman and cursed: "You're crazy, you pervert. I don't have hateless love here. With her future husband."
"As long as you are willing, then her happiness lies with you." The female sword goddess stared at Long Yi and said.
Long Yi raised his hand and put it down again. He took a few deep breaths before calming down. He stared at the female sword god strangely and said in a weird voice: "You are really crazy. I wonder why my grandfather doesn't want you anymore. You are simply a lunatic. You Don't tell me you don't know what's called sex between brother and sister."
The female sword goddess's expression changed a few times when Long Yi mentioned his grandfather. She seemed to want to lose her temper, but she finally endured it. She said: "I'm not crazy. Ximen Wuhen is not your sister at all, so you don't need to Worry."
Long Yi was really stunned this time. He stared blankly at the female sword god, her words filling his mind: Ximen Wuhen is not your sister at all.
"You...you said Wuhen is not my sister. You fart. Although we are not from the same mother, we do have a father. Doesn't my father know that?" Long Yi was a little excited and swore. He came to this world, He had finally accepted the fact that he had a sister, and truly loved and cared for Ximen Wuhen as his own sister. But now someone told him that she was not his sister, which was really unbearable for him.
"That's right, he doesn't know." The female sword god said lightly. She turned sideways and frowned slightly, filled with deep sadness and helplessness.
Long Yiping calmed down his excitement, feeling a little funny in his heart, and asked: "My father doesn't know, do you know?"
"Of course, only me and your grandfather know about this world. Even her biological parents don't know about it." The female sword god's tone fluctuated slightly, and she sighed with sadness, and the loneliness in her expression was clearly visible.
Long Yi stared at the female Sword Goddess blankly and murmured: "Are you crazy or am I crazy?"
"Do you think I'm lying to you?" The female sword god said calmly.
"Isn't it?" Long Yi pulled out a sarcastic smile, but he was not as sure as he appeared on the surface. He knew that the female sword god would never make a mistake.
"I don't need to lie to you. With your skills, you should have a way to tell the difference." The female sword god looked at Long Yi and said.
Long Yi was silent. As the pillar of the Long Group in his previous life, he could use primitive methods to identify whether the two were related by blood.
"Regardless of whether it's true or not, I will change your conditions and I will use my best ability to make Wuhen happy." Long Yi's smile condensed at some point and became extremely stiff.
"Okay, I have no objection." Seeing Long Yi's expression, the female sword god sighed and agreed.
Long Yi's thoughts were a little messy. He was about to leave, but after turning around and taking two steps, he turned back and opened his mouth but made no sound.
"Do you want to ask me about Ximen Wuhen's life experience? I can only tell you that she is not a bloodline of your Ximen family, and I can't tell you anything else." The female sword god naturally knew what Long Yi was thinking, and was the first to speak to silence Long Yi. .
Long Yi exhaled, shrugged and flew up from the ground.
At some point, the dark night sky began to slowly fade, and the white of fish belly loomed in the east.
Long Yi flew to the grassland where he was yesterday and was surprised to find that the four girls did not go back to the hotel to sleep, but set up a tent on the grass to rest.
Sleeping with a big quilt, if Long Yi used to have no choice but to get in and take advantage, enjoy the refreshing feeling of being hugged from one side to the other, but now Long Yi has no such thoughts at all. He paced back and forth in front of the tent, shook his head and murmured: "Is Wuhen really not my biological sister?"
At this moment, the curtain door of the tent was suddenly lifted, and Wushuang emerged from it, looking refreshed. He must have spent last night in meditation.
"Long Yi, what's wrong with you? You look restless." Wushuang asked, seeing Long Yi's worried expression.
Long Yi waved his hand, stood still for a moment, then suddenly opened the tent door and stepped in. Wushuang felt something was wrong, so he followed in. As soon as he entered, he saw Long Yi looking at Ximen Wuhen who was sleeping in the middle in confusion, his expression changing.
"Shuang'er, do you think Wuhen looks like me?" Long Yi turned his head and asked softly.
Wushuang was a little surprised. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "There is no resemblance, neither the eyebrows nor the outline."
Long nodded, and suddenly his hand was as fast as the wind, pointing towards Nalan Ruyue, Long Ling'er and Ximen Wuhen who were sleeping.
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