The Abi sword has been left in the void by Banfan for thousands of years, and it is a natal sword that is closely related to the strength of the sword master, and the aura coercion attached to the sword body has long been incomparable.

Su Yu looked at the wisps of blue color flashing on the sword, obviously sealed by spiritual power, and his expression was unknown.

He pondered it, his eyes were very calm, but he opened his mouth but hesitated: "This sword, since it is the Venerable's first natal sword, why do you want to seal your natal sword with spiritual power?" “

Su Yu's complicated expression but bright eyes made Banfan slightly stunned.

The boy is a clear one, but it's so straightforward...

Such a child who thinks about others is really, really, pitiful.

Banfan's eyes were gentle, and he eased his almost dry voice, hoarse and low, but his tone was like nostalgia: "It's just that I'm too cruel." His expression was a little wry, but on his handsome face, the sky was faint, gentle and faded into the painting, like a sighing beauty.

For the first time, this Venerable looked a little weak,

A dark light flashed inexplicably in Su Yu's eyes,

makes people think,

grabbed His Holiness by the waist and let his whole person fall into his protective circle.

As soon as this idea came to his head, Su Yu was a little flustered in his heart, and he was shocked by himself,

He turned his head a little awkwardly, this young wise man, in front of Banfan, was reckless and childish.

The Abi sword, which had not landed in the palm of Banfan's hand in the air, seemed to sense something,

For a moment, in the direction of Su Yu, a trace of blue light flashed.

The young man was a little sullen, with a hint of faint embarrassment in his voice, but he couldn't see the look on his face, and he looked a little fried.

"His Holiness said that he would accompany me, did he win the Hundred Flowers Feast?"

Inexplicably due to the young man's sudden dull attitude, Banfan tilted his head slightly, and his black hair ran down his face, a little astringent. His tone was smiling, his eyes full of smiles,

"What does Little Master Su think?"

The young man was silent, thought about it in his heart, and respectfully bowed to Banfan, a little like a teacher,

"Before the Hundred Flowers Banquet, His Holiness will always be with me, knowing that I am enough to be the winner of the Hundred Flowers Banquet."

He paused, and the deep and dirty thoughts in his eyes flashed, and he was not discovered by Banfan, who admired the child's coquettishness.

The tone was still respectful and calm, the young man lowered his head, burying all the calculations and desires in his eyes,

He asked, "Then if I can win the Hundred Flowers Banquet, will His Holiness allow me to do this?" “

Oh, Banfan's eyes were smiling gently, and he looked at the young man in front of him as cute as begging for candy, and he couldn't help but think of him.

He wrapped around a strand of hair that had fallen from his cheek, and pondered what Su Yu might ask for,

looked at the young man in front of him who was labeled as "clear" by himself, and knew that the young man in front of him would not do too much, so he responded gently.

"Within my control, I grant you."

He didn't see it, in Su Yu's eyes, who lowered his head, there was a desire and depth of arrogance spreading.

The name of the Venerable Half-Mortal,

It has always been evaluated by words such as handsome and delicate, cultivated to profound, gentle and elegant, and talented.

But it's such an ordinary day, after a drizzle by the water,

A trace of thought in the young man's heart spread wildly,

No regrets, Your Holiness.

The world knows that the Venerable Half Mortal is handsome, gentle, and rigorous.

But how did I never know,

When the Venerable Half Mortal lifted people up,

The fingertips are reddish, and the white slender fingers are white,

When you slowly lift up from your eyes,

The sound of heartbeats and the desire to rub it carefully.

The young prime minister silently hid the emotions in his eyes,

Don't let the one in front of you, who still thinks that the two are the same kind of conspirators, find out,

The disguise of the juniors may not be perfect,

But at least, the half-ordinary with a smile in his eyes,

It fell on it.

As soon as he fell, he was caught,

never escaped again,

The moment the red line is handed over.