Huang Junye took her hand and said softly, "Xiao Xi'er, let's go." ”

Ye Xiyue nodded and left with him.

Bing Wu looked at the backs of the two people with their fingers interlocked and leaving, and there was a mist in his eyes.

What did she do wrong? Why did the people who had protected her since she was a child now turn to be indifferent to her?

Taking a deep breath, she forced her tears back, she has never been a crying woman, although because of her identity, she has been used to eating and drinking since she was a child, but this did not make her like the eldest lady in the boudoir, unable to withstand the wind and rain.

In terms of feelings, she is very similar to Ye Xiyue: persistence.

"Ye Xiyue, you really don't deserve me to treat you as an opponent, but your dead-skinned personality has to make me treat you as an opponent."

For Ye Xiyue, she has always felt that a person with a low-level interface, what should he do with the king of the medium-level interface?

To have strength or not, apart from that appearance, what else does Ye Xiyue have?

In a world where martial arts is respected, how can it be mixed up just by appearance?

During this time, she put a lot of pressure on Ye Xiyue, and deliberately mentioned the identity of Huang Junye and Ye Xiyue, she just wanted Ye Xiyue to retreat from the difficulty and take the initiative to give up Huang Junye, but Ye Xiyue actually had no self-knowledge at all.

"My relationship with him is not something that you can replace as an outsider." Bing Wu clenched his fists and said in a firm tone, "Sooner or later, I will let you know what it means to be self-sufficient." ”

"Miss." Qingfeng came with a cloak, "Miss, it's getting dark, we should go." ”

Bing Wu came back to her senses and saw that Qingfeng had nothing left in her hand except for the cloak, and she suddenly said coldly: "What about the glass sword?" ”

Qingfeng was startled, "Miss, isn't the glass sword broken?" ”

"Who said I wouldn't want it if it was broken?"

Qingfeng is speechless, what do you want a broken sword for?

Bing Wu was about to go to the stage to pick up the glass sword, and Qingfeng suddenly said loudly: "Miss, I'm afraid it's not suitable for you to go now?" ”

"What do you mean?"

Qingfeng looked embarrassed and pointed outside, "The sword fighting conference is over, although many people outside have left, but some of them have not left, if you go like this to get the glass sword back, I am afraid that others will say something ugly behind your back." ”

Losers will not be despised, the key is that arrogant losers like Bingwu, people who don't admit their failures, put them in other people's mouths, just do it!

Failure is failure, boldly accepting, ready to come again next time, it doesn't hurt, and ice dance is the kind that is not convinced, such a person will naturally be disliked.

"Miss, you wait here, I'll go and take out the glass sword for you." The breeze turned and walked out.

Ice Dance stood backstage, and almost as soon as Qingfeng stepped onto the stage, she heard the fingers of some people who had never left, and the foul language in them was something she hated.

It's nothing more than that she is arrogant, obviously the sword is not in her hand, but she wants to put on a sword in her hand, and I have the appearance of the world.

Looking at the glass sword that had been broken in two, Bing Wu felt uncomfortable suffocation, this broken sword clearly reminded her of the shame she suffered today!

After Ye Xiyue and the others left the scope of the sword fighting conference, Cang Mo appeared with a large bag of things in his arms.

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