The sword flower pulled lightly, jumped up, and there was almost nothing like it, and Ji Qiao shot again.

Visiting the palace at night is not a trivial matter, and she can't joke with her own life and her own father's life.

Turning around, lightly picking, the sword light flew by, she used ten percent of her strength in this sword, she had never danced so fiercely before this set of Chaoyun swordsmanship. However, the boy had no trouble coping with such a tricky move, and he never even left his chair, and on several occasions flicked her sword away with just his fingertips.

Ji Qiao had not suffered such a setback for a long time, seeing the disparity in strength between himself and the other party, he didn't care about any morality at the moment, he held the sword in his right hand and stepped forward to attack him, the moment the long sword crossed, his left hand drew a short blade from his sleeve, and under the attack between the two sides, the sharp sword wind forced the young man to jump up. Ji Qiao's desperate and somewhat chaotic style of play is to gain a moment of delay.

Ji Qiao saw the young man rise from the wheelchair, and secretly said in her heart that the opportunity had come, but she did not follow it, but hooked it with her backhand, and slashed the wheelchair on the ground with her sword luck. Obviously, the other party's legs and feet are not good, so he must find a place to support when he lands. What she wanted was to destroy the wheelchair that the boy used to support herself in this short moment, and then quickly slip away.

The sound of cracking wood wandered between the sharp blades, a muffled grunt like a mournful roar in the silence of the night. The wheelchair shattered in response.

It is true that she is a little villain in this matter, but most of the people who have achieved great things are some villains.

After swinging a sword, Ji Qiao didn't dare to fight, and wanted to jump on the wall with a light step, but what she didn't expect was that as soon as she took half a step under her feet, she was shocked to find that Guan Yuan and Chi Hai on her back were instantly sealed by the other party.

"Do you still need to memorize a reading material for young children like the "Three Character Classic"?" The young man's clear voice sounded faintly in her ears.

Miss Ji was stunned for a long time before she reacted, the boy was a further insult to her IQ!

Looking at someone who was slowly pacing in front of her, Miss Ji was completely angry, and said word by word: "You, you don't have a leg disease at all?!"

The boy tilted his head sideways and smiled very happily, "When did I say I had trouble with my legs?"

"And you're in a wheelchair?" Although he really didn't say it, what person with good legs and feet would sit on this?

"The yard is too big, I'm too lazy to walk." He was straightforward and replied very calmly.

Silently turned his gaze to the fragmented wooden remains, and then, the beautiful little boy suddenly became unhappy, "You like to chop things when you're angry?" Without a chair, he would have walked a long way.

The evening breeze blew lightly, raising his long black hair, outlining the young man's handsome and noble side face. is so close to the delicacy, Rao is Ji Qiao, who doesn't care much about his appearance, also has a moment of trance. The young man's expression was not very happy at this time, and under his gaze with such a moist gaze, Ji Qiao really wanted to say softly, "You deserve it."

But who made her subject to people now? After turning around several times on his lips, he finally only turned into a sentence: "People who practice martial arts, it is a good thing to move your muscles and bones often, how can Your Excellency sit on a chair all day, I have to walk around every night, although I broke the chair, but I also sincerely think about you."

If she could, Qiaoqiao didn't want to be so cowardly, but she didn't want her father to carry a coffin to accompany her in the prison.

Hearing this, the young man's delicate brows furrowed even deeper, but at this time he did not answer her words, but suddenly stretched out his fingers and stroked her face covered with "freckles".

This is a very disciple-like act, but it is very natural for him to do it. The fingertips that gently swept across her face were slightly cool, and they swept across her cheeks as if they were nothing, leaving a tingling sensation that could not be ignored.

Ji Qiao blushed with an "old face", looked at him with a little admiration, and sighed with a complicated mood at his "hunger and food", but his heart involuntarily skipped half a beat.

It is said that men are confused, and the words left by the ancestors are really not bullied.

Thinking like this, she didn't notice that the other man's hand had slid down the "fine lines" at the corners of her eyes to the side of her neck, through the half-open neckline, and towards her collarbone.

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