On Shattered Star Lake.

Here is an endless water, the smoke and waves are vast, and there is nothing to rely on.

Left and right, forward and backward, it's all water.

But on the water, there are people.

It was a girl in a silver shirt with a silver veil over her face.

Her right hand is slightly grasped, stretched out to the right.

It was such a girl's soft, just now, gently drew a horizontal line on her chest.

"Did you get it?" Someone next to her asked softly.

She's just a weapon, and as long as someone holds the hilt of her sword, she can help that person kill everyone in the world.

"Nope." The girl replied coldly, not disappointed or frustrated.

She struck that blow with the belief that she would kill her, but she didn't care if it was successful or not.

"There's nothing we do here." The person beside her didn't have any disappointment in it, as if he had just shot a sharp arrow at a bluebird flying by in the sky with his bow, and if he shot it down, he wouldn't mind taking off a feather to decorate his hat, but if he hadn't caught it, it wouldn't have affected today's dinner.

"Eat spicy hot pot at noon today." He told the girl next to him.

……

……

Lanliu Ice Castle.

The scene of the original assassination should have been full of screams, scolding, scolding, and despair.

But there is nothing here.

Ye Luan looked at the collapsed ice sculpture in the distance, and then looked up at the hole that pierced the vault behind him.

She naturally knew what was going on, but she raised her eyebrows slightly, looked back at Lin Xi, and said with a smile: "The surprise arranged by the teacher is so uncreative." ”

When the most important person is not panicking, no one thinks how dangerous the situation is.

And on that remote high platform, Ao Xuehua heard Ge Sheng's judgment, nodded, and shook his head again.

"It's the Heavenly Dao Sword." President Fuxue agreed with Ge Sheng's opinion, but then smiled: "Only the thirty percent sword intent of your one at the beginning, but the power in it is much better than you were at that time." ”

Saying this, Ao Xuehua turned to look at the black-clothed girl beside Ge Sheng, she was still sitting there calmly, the white cat curled up in her arms.

"Who is it?" Ao Xuehua asked her.

Many people don't know what they just gave birth to, but Ao Xuehua is naturally not included in the "many people".

She asked directly to the people who mattered most.

Because she was the one who cut through the thin blade.

The blade, which is faster than the wind, can only be blocked by the leap in the gap in space.

"She's coming."

The red girl spoke, without fluctuating tones, and her seductive red lips had a cherry-colored sheen.

His Royal Highness said her, but not her name.

This is because she knows who she is.

At the same time, she thinks that everyone present knows about her existence.

In fact, the emotional intelligence of the Third Highness is really breathtakingly high in a sense.

So she only used three words to tell the huge amount of information to several people present.

"Thank you!" Ye Qingtong blushed, and at that moment, her heart had almost stopped.

The horror of being assassinated on such an occasion in front of her own eyes, the most important to her, made her unable to think.

Until the thin blade is split, until heavy snow falls behind him.

She had a chance to look at the black-clothed mage who was red in front of her, and kept saying, almost breaking down;

"Thank you." These were the only words she could utter.

Her Royal Highness didn't say anything, she wasn't very good at dealing with other people's thanks, and she didn't think she needed anyone's thanks.

Because she's just doing what she thinks needs to be done from her own perspective.

On the high platform in the distance, the cancellation of the opening ceremony had been temporarily announced, and Ye Luan was already leaving this venue accompanied by Lin Xi.

There have been 66 students who have continued to leave along the emergency passage under the guidance of the Funeral Snow Society, although they vaguely guessed what happened, but the urgency of time made them have to obey the arrangements from others.

The Third Highness sat there quietly, with a white cat in his arms.

Her left hand gently stroked the white cat's forehead, while her right hand was behind her back.

She didn't move, both because no one asked her to do so, and because she couldn't.

The right hand behind his back was a girl's palm as smooth as jade, but the palm of the palm, along the thin palm lines that were almost invisible, was a straight tear.

It was as if the sharpest sword had slashed directly through her palm, and the crack pierced through the entire palm, almost cutting her palm straight open.

She! Still injured!

She blocked the thin blade with her bare hands and cut it off, but at the expense, her right hand that she used to block was nearly cut off.

She didn't tell the people in front of her about her injuries, even though they were probably the people in the world who cared about her the most.

Because she doesn't want to cause trouble to others.

Of course, there is another reason.

Beneath the straight, deep cleft, not a single drop of blood flowed out of the thin, jade-like skin that was as smooth as jade.

Beneath the wound lies endless darkness.

It was like the depths of chaos, the fog that was so dark that it could not be seen, and in the open wound of this girl, it was dense and undercurrent.

……

……

The assassination in the morning, by noon, there was a gentle knock on the door from a delicate mansion somewhere in Ye Yecheng.

Since there is a knock on the door, as long as there is a host inside, as long as the guests are not hated by the host, then opening the door is inevitable.

It's just that when the door opens, the guest's face is not good.

The host wore a white apron and welcomed the guests into the mansion with a warm face: "It's really time for the teacher to come, knowing that the students' family is eating spicy hot pot today." ”

The guest was quickly ushered into the main hall, where a blazing charcoal fire was a bubbling red copper cauldron.

In the small pot is a boiling thick juice, bright red in color and fragrant, and on the table next to the small pot, there are thinly sliced hairy tripe, beef liver, beef loin, and lean meat; On the other side are fresh vegetables, green onions, and green garlic sprouts. Small dishes are set out one by one, which are sesame oil, monosodium glutamate, chili powder, minced ginger, Sichuan pepper, refined salt, and bean drums.

There are also lettuce, fresh mushrooms, spinach, green onions and white onions.

And the owner was still in and out with an apron, constantly bringing out new materials such as tofu slices and potato flour from the kitchen in the middle.

After the guests sit down, they directly pick up a stack of pink fresh meat and put it into the hot pot and gently soak it, wait for the thin slices of meat to be soaked in the bright red soup, lift it for no more than a minute, and put it in the mouth to chew without saying anything.

The girl sitting next to him calmly passed the cup and poured it for him, and the guest smiled at her and raised her hand to drink it all.

The host brought the last side dish, sat down and looked at the guest who had only eaten a piece of meat and stopped doing it after drinking a glass of wine, and smiled slightly: "What the student did is not to the teacher's appetite?" ”

The guest picked up his glass and drank a second glass of wine: "If Your Majesty can not come to this city, the old man would rather not eat this delicious meal cooked by His Majesty himself." ”

Lin Xi looked at the golden man in front of him, and said quietly: "I don't know what kind of crime it is to murder a princess of another country in the territory of another country." ”

The calm girl beside him raised her eyes, and her golden eyes were like molten gold.

The young girl had just filled him with a glass of wine, and then made up a second one.

But now she stood silently, white threads condensing on her fingertips.