- Try!

Two short words, but they knocked heavily in her heart.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her whose cheeks were slightly red from practicing the dual-line martial arts.

She suddenly raised her hand and stroked his face.

Quietly caressing, quietly looking at him.

Don't say she's naïve, she's adoring him more and more now.

It's not the kind of fans that they have for idols, but the respect for the strong as a martial soul master.

She looked at every corner of his facial features, like a wife who gently wanted to imprint her husband deeply in her heart.

He squeezed her hand, his dark eyes shining like a lake.

Then, she withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and took his sword.

Filtered through the moves he had just swung in front of her in his mind.

She did a good job of moving her moves, but she couldn't swing with the same force as him.

She was unwilling to do it again and again.

But it failed again and again.

The sword grew heavier and heavier in her hands.

Beads of sweat swept across her face from her forehead and down her thin white neck into her clothes.

Seeing that she was practicing so hard, he suddenly came over, hugged her from behind and said, "We don't practice anymore, we don't practice anymore." ”

She gasped roughly, her eyes flushed with her own incompetence.

Then he kicked the stone at his feet and said, "Come again." ”

"Not coming." He did his best to lock her in his arms, and use his heart to make her feel his worries.

But now she seems to have been caught by a ghost, and she can't calm herself down.

The willow eyebrows are deeply locked, and wisps of stubbornness and firmness are locked between the eyebrows.

He whispered in her ear: "Cultivators, you must be calm, otherwise, not only will you not be able to cultivate a stunt, but you will also make yourself go mad." ”

She turned her head with a stubborn expression: "Then what do you say I should do, am I not suitable for the sword, or the sword is not suitable for me." ”

"Neither." He shook his head.

"What's that?" She asked.

"Maybe it's ......." Before he could finish his sentence, a white light flashed around her.

In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into his arms.

He didn't stay any longer, because her disappearance meant someone had entered the dungeon.

He had to rush back and see.

****

By the time she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the dungeon.

The scorching breath came from outside the dungeon.

Several guards with torches lined up to the left and right of the dungeon's passages.

The footsteps that followed were slow and rhythmic.

Ye Zhimad, who was lying on the wooden bed, took a heavy breath and adjusted his emotions.

What did she know what she was about to face?

The one who arrived was Baili Qinghong, who was dressed in a light purple dress.

With his hands on his back, he slowly walked to the cell door, his eyes falling deeply on the woman who was still lying on the wooden bed.

turned around, looked at Nie Wuli, and asked, "This woman, are you really willing to let me take it away?" ”

"Don't you need a test subject?" Nie Wuli raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on Ye Zhimad's body gloomily: "She will suit your appetite very much." ”

Ye Zhi turned his head and looked at Nie Wuli.

And a trace of cold light in her eyes quickly flashed.

Nie Wuli laughed a few times in a low voice and said, "Ye Zhimad, it's too late for you to regret it now." ”

Ye Zhi got up frantically, with a cold face, and shook off in a clear tone: "I regret your aunt!" ”