The long knife on Song Huaizhu's waist, Zhu Luan saw that he had used it once without unsheathing, but Zhu Luan had pulled it out once with his own hands, so she knew that this knife was unusual.

When this knife has not yet been unsheathed, it has swept away the internal strength of the woman of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion in one fell swoop, and once this knife is unsheathed, I don't know what will happen.

In short, she is powerless to stop it now.

So she can't let him draw a knife here.

Zhu Luan couldn't see through Song Huaizhu's heart, and he didn't know whether he was going to pull out the knife this time, so he had to reach out and hold down his hand holding the handle of the knife.

"Grandmasters can't make a move on ordinary cultivators." Zhu Luan raised his head from Song Huaizhu's arms and said.

Song Huaizhu glanced down at Zhu Luan, as if he noticed that her current posture was a little difficult, and added three points of true yuan to the arm in the crook of her leg, and the strength of the lifting was greater.

But his grip on the hilt of the knife did not let go.

"It was he who shot my sword first," Song Huaizhu looked at Duan Lizheng who was not far away, "It's true that the Grandmaster can't strike at ordinary cultivators first, but that doesn't mean he can't fight back. ”

The man's voice was flat and straightforward, stating the facts.

"That's because you didn't explain it clearly," Zhu Luan frowned, "And you can put me down." ”

"But you can't stand up now, can you?" Song Huaizhu glanced at Zhu Luan coldly, his eyes were still deep, but for some reason he could read a little mockery from them.

"You can sit down even if you can't stand!" Zhu Luan said with some annoyance, glaring at the two men in front of him, one knew everything but was reluctant to say it, and the other didn't understand the situation but had the identity of his fiancé.

Hearing the conversation between these two people at this time, Duan Lizheng finally realized that something was wrong, and remembered what happened between the man and Zhu Luan on the empty stairs on the fourth floor before, he exhaled and put down the sword in his hand.

"What's wrong with her?" Duan Lizheng walked up to Song Huaizhu and stood still, raised his head and looked at the man who was slightly taller than him without fear.

He didn't ask Zhu Luan, because he also understood that this woman would not say a word even if she was stabbed, and it would be in vain to ask her.

"This time it's a dislocated ankle." Song Huaizhu followed the crook of Zhu Luan's legs, looked at Zhu Luan's feet with only cloth socks on one shoe, and said lightly.

Duan Lizheng recalled the sword momentum of the girl's desperate deflection at the dangerous moment just now, and the scene when she slipped after being vigorously knocked away, and finally understood why this woman almost fell to the sword on the ground.

Presumably, the sword she used to use her own martial arts was the same as the burning sword in the Thirteen Swords of Tiance, she couldn't recover the unstoppable sword, and in order to avoid the dangerous sword, she forcibly reversed the sword momentum, so she herself suffered a lot of impact.

The more advanced the swordsmanship, the more difficult it is for its sword intent to be controlled by the swordsman himself, and whether or not the true element is used, it is extremely taboo to go against the sword intent.

It is equivalent to her blocking the sword for herself.

Duan Lizheng's mood became more complicated, and he felt that what this woman said before was simply nonsense.

And the unidentified man in front of him discovered Zhu Luan's injury before him, so he had no position to question it at all.

Duan Lizheng sighed softly, put the iron sword flat on the high platform, walked not far from the two of them, and looked at the steel sword that was originally held in his hand, but now it was single-edged on the ground, he originally wanted to reach out and pull it out, but was attracted by a touch of water blue next to him.

A girl's shoe lay alone next to a sword.

The shoe has an inch-long tear near the ankle and looks very neat.

Duan Lizheng picked up the shoe, walked to Zhu Luan, who was being held by Song Huaizhu, squatted down, and stretched out his hand towards Zhu Luan's feet with only cloth socks.

There was an exclamation around again, and the resentful eyes of the women in the pavilion almost pierced the high platform.

Because Duan Lizheng's intention in this move is too obvious, it is self-evident what he wants to do with this gesture.

Duan Ergongzi, who is famous all over the world, actually wants to wear shoes for a woman.

Although considering the identity of this woman, it is nothing, but it still surprises everyone very much.

And just as Duan Lizheng gently put the shoes on the girl's feet, a slender hand took the shoes in his hand and quickly put the shoes on his feet.

The dislocated ankle shook twice, and it looked a little more swollen.

It was the woman's own hand.

Duan Lizheng stood up straight, looked at Zhu Luan, who was holding Song Huaizhu's shoulder with one hand and insisting on wearing his shoes with the other, and smiled slightly, "Your fiancé helps you put on shoes, but it's not a treatment that can be found everywhere, can't you accept it with peace of mind?" ”

Duan Lizheng looked at his hand, and couldn't help but look at the sky and sigh, it was the first time he had done such a thing, but he didn't expect to be rejected, and it was really not easy to get along with a girl.

Or did you not expect to meet such a not-so-normal fiancée?

"Duan Ergongzi helps to put on shoes, but not anyone can bear it," Zhu Luan scolded this man in his heart for not looking at the occasion, but he still had a gentle smile on his face, "You still have to pay attention to the influence," she looked through Song Huaizhu's shoulder, looked at the young ladies who were staring at the window of the box, and said meaningfully.

"You obviously know that I didn't mean that," Duan Lizheng smiled bitterly, "and you're my fiancée." ”

"Duan Lizheng," the voice of the girl in front of her suddenly became serious, "Don't waste time on me," Zhu Luan said with a straight face.

Duan Lizheng was stunned.

Then he sighed and lowered his gaze.

Doesn't respond to your expectations, so won't hang you, don't accept your kindness, don't waste your time.

I've never seen such a resolute and ruthless person.

But at the same time, it's very rare and very safe.

"I know," Duan Lizheng smiled, "Everything is still as we talked about before, don't worry, I'm measured." ”

"But ......" Duan Lizheng took another step forward and stretched out his hands towards Zhu Luan, "Now according to the agreement, we are still married, your foot is injured, I should carry you up." ”

Duan Lizheng looked around for a moment, and replied to her with a smile from Zhu Luan's words just now, "After all, you have to pay attention to the influence, right?" ”

The smile on the boy's face was frank and gentle, but for some reason it looked a little sly.

And Song Huaizhu's embrace became a little cold for some reason.

Zhu Luan froze again when he heard this, reached out and pressed his face, and tried to kick his foot.

She just wanted to walk back on her own now.

However, to her disappointment, a sharp pain surged in her ankle, and even she wanted to scream for a while, and Zhu Luan couldn't help but hate this fragile body in this life.

"What's going on? Didn't you say that there was a martial arts fight in the afternoon in Duyun Tower? Suddenly, an abrupt male voice came from the gate, breaking the stalemate.

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