Yan Hui pressed one hand on the flute on her waist, as if she had heard some joke, her eyes fell on Chu Yingge intently, seeing Chu Yingge's face red and red, she had been used to such a focused gaze since she was a child.

Few men can match her beauty.

"Cousin......" Chu Yingge blushed shyly, not daring to look at him.

Yan Hui sneered, "You're quite confident." ”

Chu Yingge's face changed, and she was slightly uneasy.

Yan Hui said, "The Nianjin Book doesn't need to be compared with anyone. ”

He turned around and strode away, Chu Yingge looked at his back hatefully, his eyes were gloomy, "Nian Jin Shu ......"

Nian Jinshu walked quickly through the Nian's Flowing Water Pavilion, and Bai Ling trotted after her, "Sister, you slow down, you are all injured, and I can't catch up." ”

The garden of the Nian family is a piece of purple and red, Fang Fei in the hand of Nian Jinshu fell to the ground, she held on to the pillar, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and dyed a white rose in the yard into bright red, which was particularly eye-catching.

Bai Ling was taken aback, "Sister?"

She walked over quickly, her eyes were full of worry, Nian Jinshu's face was abnormally white, like a ghost, her hair was slightly messy, she looked very embarrassed, Bai Ling was so anxious that she turned around, and she turned her head to find a doctor, but was stopped by Nian Jinshu.

"Bai Ling, don't disturb others. Her voice was still hoarse, leaning against the pillar of the gazebo, and she let out a long breath, the sun shone on her, and the few bits of blood on the placket of her clothes made her weaker and weaker.

The cultivation of the soul bell is too great, and the internal force of the Nian Jinshu is disordered, and it is rampaging in the body, this kind of thing of killing a thousand enemies and self-inflicting eight hundred, she does not regret it at all.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Nian Jinshu opened his eyes, "Bai Ling, don't tell anyone. ”

Bai Ling nodded and helped her sit down, "Sister, I have some medicine for internal injuries, you sit down first, I'll get it for you, I won't tell others." ”

The Nian Jin Book didn't have time to stop it, and Bai Ling had already run away.

A figure flew into the garden of the Nian family and landed outside the pavilion, as soon as Nian Jin Shuyi saw someone, she turned around and left, leaving the flowers where she vomited blood, but Xiao Changfeng caught up, "Sister Jinshu ......"

Nian Jinshu stretched out her arm, and Fang Fei, who fell to the ground, rose in response to the sound and flew into Nian Jinshu's hand, her long sword pointed at Xiao Changfeng, "Away, me, away, point." ”

The cold tip of the sword was close at hand, and Xiao Changfeng stopped.

Among the flowers, a hundred flowers bloomed, and it should have been a match made in heaven, a pair of beautiful people drew their swords and faced each other, murderous.

Xiao Changfeng looked at Nian Jinshu's bright face, and was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

She's changed!

If it's a different person.

Last month, letters were exchanged, and Nian Jin was still pouring out his thoughts in the letters, promising him to take him around after coming to Wanping City, and even promised to show him the soul bell.

In just one month, why did the accident happen?

"You're not Sister Jinshu, who are you?" Xiao Changfeng asked.

Seeing that he was no longer approaching, Nian Jinshu accepted Fang Fei and said lightly, "I am a human or a ghost, and it has nothing to do with you in the future, you just need to remember that I have already broken off with you." ”

Xiao Changfeng was extremely sad, "I am full of joy, waiting for Wanping City to get engaged to the sword, but you broke your oath and failed me, how can you be worthy of me?"

"Disgusting!"

Xiao Changfeng, as the eldest prince of Jiuyun Mountain, had never heard such straightforward and humiliating words, "What did you say?"

Nian Jinshu looked at him righteous and awe-inspiring, like an abandoned lover, word by word, "You make me sick." ”

*

Small theater

Yan Hui Xianjun: Oh, he confessed.

Nianjinshu: Well, you heard that.

Yanhui Xianjun: He likes you so much.

Nianjinshu: Hmm.

Yanhui Xianjun: I'm angry.

Nianjinshu: Oh.

Yanhui Xianjun: Don't you coax me?

Nianjinshu: Heh!

Yan Hui Xianjun: I'm running away from home.

Yearbook: ...... Eat sugar?

Yan Hui Xianjun: Eat !!