Ye Xiyue's heart jumped, her eyes became complicated, the sentence just now: Who split me, she heard it clearly, it was a man's voice, and her age was not a child.

And it felt like the murmur of someone who was sleeping, and it was clear that the thing hadn't woken up yet.

What the hell is this?

"Don't cry, don't cry, I didn't mean to split you." Xiao Lan'er touched the red thread in distress.

The two lines of clear water came to an abrupt end.

Xiao Lan'er swallowed her saliva, feeling incredible, her fingers pointing at the red thread ball were trembling, "Xi...... Xiyue, I think this red thread in your arms is...... is alive. ”

Will cry, will cry, will cry, as if you can still understand what she says, isn't it alive?

Ye Xiyue obviously noticed this, and no matter how she and Xiao Lan'er tinkered with the red thread, it stopped crying, let alone made a sound.

"Xiyue, put it away quickly."

Ye Xiyue was helpless, so she had to put the red thread ball into the Zhushen space again.

Xiao Lan'er was not in a good mood.

Ye Xiyue asked in a low voice, "Lan'er, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Xiyue, I want to find other swords."

Ye Xiyue's eyebrows moved slightly, "Is it because this sword didn't split the red thread?" ”

"Maybe I can find other sharper ones, and when I find them, I'll come to you and let you check them, and you can quickly find the sword you need." Xiao Lan'er took a breath and ran away.

Ye Xiyue looked at her back, holding a small black box, and turned around to check elsewhere.

As she moved, the black box became more and more scorching, and it was fully sensitive to this place?

Time flickered, looking at the hourglass in the sword hall, Ye Xiyue knew that two days had passed.

Today is their third day in the Sword Shrine.

Xiao Lan'er had fun and picked up two swords, because there were too many swords in the sword mound, even Xiao Lan'er's bouncing girl only saw half of it.

In the past two days, everyone has more or less found their favorite sword, but some people are still empty-handed.

Among them, Ye Xiyue and Ice Dance are in the list.

Ye Xiyue is not in a hurry, in the past two days, she has opened her eyes, the sword in this sword mound is indeed of the highest grade, but unfortunately, she can't take it away or pull it out.

Ye Xiyue first chose the sword hall and the third sword room to see, but after finding nothing, she came to the second sword room, and at the door, she met Bingwu.

At this time, the ice dance just came out of the sword room, and the two of them took a look.

Obviously, they came in together, but in the past two days, the two have never met, just because the sword mound is too big to meet.

Ye Xiyue has long forgotten about ice dance, this girl who once appeared in her dreams, but she didn't like it, is just a stranger to her.

The ice dance is still covered with a layer of pink light veil, the pink thin lips are looming, and the beautiful eyes are sparkling, looking forward to it.

Ye Xiyue was about to pass by her, and Bing Wu suddenly said, "Wait a minute." ”

"Something?" Ye Xiyue's figure did not turn, and asked lightly.

"Miss Ye is really an ungrateful person, it's only been two days, and you have forgotten all about your former friends?"

"Friends?" Ye Xiyue chuckled, her clear eyes crossed the coldness, "Bingwu, don't say these two words, it will insult it." ”

"You don't think we were friends before?"