Eventually, the people got used to her appearance—the girl with a single horn, hooves and tail, Soraka, the holy son of the stars, the girl closest to God. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And he, too, finally became the true Infinite Sword Saint, he put on that strange helmet and appeared in front of her.

"Master is dead, in order to subdue the thunder elephant that broke into the village."

He said lightly, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him at all.

"You...... Isn't it sad? ”

He lowered his head, the curvature of his mouth full of comfort, "But I saw his title appear on the Wuji Stone Tablet." ”

Protect what you hold dear. It is the way of the sword that the Wuji Sword Saints of the past generations adhered to.

Just like her, she will protect the peace of Ionia.

Soraka retracted her thoughts, and she was alerted to the slowly approaching magic that lingered outside the tent.

She naturally knew about the nine-tailed demon fox that harmed the woodlands of Ionianan, and she even planned to go to the forest to subdue her, but she couldn't find any trace of her, and returned empty-handed.

After all, it was her territory.

And now the sudden arrival of the nine-tailed fox made Soraka unsure what her intentions were.

"Show up, Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, what are you here for?"

Soraka stopped the prayer and said slowly.

The tent door slowly opened, and a small head with two fox ears peeked in.

Although there is no light source in the tent, it can absorb the starlight from the outside world and direct the light to where it is needed. Like now.

These rays of light are soft, but they are more like coldly hitting the nine-tailed fox.

Ahri hung her head, as if she didn't dare to face Soraka, like a child who had done something wrong.

"I want to ...... I would like to ask a question. ”

Soraka was a little confused, not knowing what kind of ghost was hidden in the amber pupils of the fox in front of her.

The vigilance in his heart has not been relaxed in the slightest, and the fox is a cunning person who is not worth trusting.

But with Ahri, she's really just here to figure out one thing.

Last night, Reginard rejected her kiss, and Ahri lost sleep again.

Of course she was sad, but she was also faintly avoiding it in her heart, and she herself was afraid of what would happen and whether her life would change because of that.

In Ahri's cognition, these strange and complex emotions should belong to human beings, and she doesn't know what it means to her, let alone what to do.

No one taught her how to deal with these messy emotions.

She longed for someone to tell her why he was the way he was and what she should do...... But where is that man?

All she could think of was Soraka.

This amazing woman who can hear the spirits of the gods—

She had forgotten that she had despised those ignorant human beings who had begged God.

"I ...... I met a man. Ahri spoke slowly, her voice twriggling, and she even wished that Soraka would say something and ask her.

It seems that letting her squeeze toothpaste and ask, compared to herself and Pantuo, the pressure in her heart will be much relieved.

But Soraka didn't say anything, quiet as the stars she believed in.

"I don't know why, I think about him every day, during the day, and at night I lose sleep because my mind is full of his shadow. Obviously I hate him, but ...... But I really wanted to see him. When I met him...... All the nerves tensed. I felt happy to be against him, but when I heard him mention other girls, I couldn't say how uncomfortable it was, even if he didn't say that he had anything to do with her. I hate him, very much, but...... I don't like him and hate me, he dislikes me as a demon fox, and when he refuses my closeness, I want to cry...... Soraka, you're really as wise as they say, aren't you? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? ”

Soraka was startled, and the nine-tailed demon fox in front of him was about to cry as he spoke.

"Who is he?"

"Tell me, what's going on...... Ahri said anxiously.

Soraka must admit that when he listened to that passage, the person he thought in his heart was clearly easy. The former apprentice, the current master, a few years ago he was a disciple of the Infinite Sword Saint, and now he is a new generation of Sword Saint, just like his teacher back then, he has accepted apprentices to pass on his skills.

"You should be...... Fell in love with that guy, right? Soraka said, the word "love" in her immature little mouth, slightly knotted.

Ahri's eyes widened as she looked at her, and the answer made her blush, scared, and unwilling—how could she fall in love with such a nasty fellow.

But she had nowhere to run.

Listening to the word come out of Soraka's mouth, it was as if the stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.

It turned out that he annoyed him, pestered him, teased him, and hoped that everything would not go well, but he just wanted him to look at himself more.

"I ...... I understand. Thank you. ”

Ahri stood in the tent for a long time, and all the words that Soraka said were in and out of his left ear, completely out of his mind. She thought about it like this, and finally it dawned on her.

She suddenly thanked Soraka, and her figure flew out and disappeared in front of Soraka.

She's going to find him.

She's going to find him.

She wanted to see him now.

Reginard, I'm in love with you!

……

Soraka couldn't help but smile with some relief as he looked at the light blue magic left behind where the nine-tailed demon fox was standing after it disappeared.

Unexpectedly, this powerful nine-tailed demon fox was also planted in the hands of a man after all.

Alas, it's a pity that she doesn't have the courage of hers.

Yi, when will you understand my feelings?

Soraka smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and then closed his eyes lightly, leaving these distractions behind, and his spiritual power swirled upward, slowly extending high above the sky.

It is as if the body is suspended in the starry sky, but it does not feel any resistance or gravity, as if it is a complete vacuum.

"Soraka, you're late."

"I'm sorry, I just ......"

"Don't be sorry, maybe it's fate. Ionian Calamity...... Or rather, the test of your divine heart has begun......"

……

Master Yi sat cross-legged in front of the door.

The monkey he had just named Wukong sat in front of him, facing him, this guy from the noisy tribe, who was motionless at the moment, and entered a state of false sleep.

Goku understands quickly.

After only a few experiments, Yi can barely feel the breath on this monkey now, and the feeling is very vague, and it is impossible to determine its specific location.

At least not like what it had done before, it was murderous.

That murderous aura can't be concealed even if he has the ability to escape.

Of course, this is not to blame, the martial artists in the world will be contaminated with the aura of killing during their cultivation, and there is nothing wrong with it, but as an Infinite Sword Saint, the realm of nothingness he pursues is selflessness.

While feeling relieved in his heart, Master Yi was faintly worried about his apprentice, and it stands to reason that the thirty laps he was punished should have been completed.

Thinking of this, the Sword Master couldn't help but shake his head. This kid is still too anxious, but which teenager with a heroic dream is not anxious?

It's just that this infinite sword way, like a ship sailing against the current, is especially impatient.

In fact, after all these years of training, the foundation has already been strong, if he can sink that noisy heart and comprehend the realm of nothingness, swordsmanship will naturally be successful.

Just as he had expected of this child, to be given the title of dust, a particle-like existence, was what he had hoped for—not to do nothing, but to be a true master, always with the heart of an apprentice.

While groaning, an extraordinary wind suddenly swept through the bamboo forest.

The bamboo leaves fell like rain, swept up by the wind, torn like the devil's roar.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

"Master?" Wukong also felt this, and withdrew from that realm.

Yi stretched out a hand to stop it and said nothing.

but he knew that the comer was not good.

The murderous aura in the forest became solemn in an instant.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, Yi vaguely saw that a figure wearing a black cloak was slowly approaching his direction.

The thick killing aura was almost suffocating within a few steps.

"You, are the Infinite Sword Saint, Master Yi?"