"If you want it, then I'll give it to you, but this Lingxiao Sword has been turned into a waste sword by me because of some things."

The Lingxiao Sword has been placed in the scabbard behind the back by Zhuang Hui, and only a little hilt can be seen, but Zhu Wu didn't notice that the cold stone originally inlaid on the lower part of the hilt was gone.

At this moment, looking at the Ling Xiao Sword, which had lost its luster and split in two with the cold stone, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhuang Hui, who didn't know what he was thinking, and the dull meaning in his heart became more and more obvious.

"Little Aotian, what are you doing? Why did you give the Ling Xiao Sword to someone else again? Didn't I say that you have to keep this thing for yourself, in case there is a chance to fix it later?! ”

Gao Xiaoxiao didn't understand very much, didn't they all say that the disciples of the Sword Sect loved swords as much as their lives, but why did the former young sect master of the Sword Sect in front of her always destroy and abandon Ling Xiao's sword again and again?

Zhuang Hui listened to the anxious female voice coming from his head, and his eyes were full of sentimentality when his eyelashes fell on the sword that had been with him for many years.

If he could, he naturally didn't want to toss the Ling Xiao Sword into this appearance.

But in the situation he was in at that time, tossing the Ling Xiao Sword was the best choice, just because he was the only one who could use it at that time.

Except for the second time when he wanted to give the cold stone to Zhuang Nan as a birthday gift, the remaining two times were almost all related to Gao Xiaoxiao.

One is that he doesn't want to see her leave him, and now, he doesn't want her to return to the situation where she only has one mimic hand because the task can't be completed.

So, in a sense, he actually chose her between Ling Xiaojian and her.

Gao Xiaoxiao didn't know what he was thinking, seeing that he was still silent and didn't speak, and just as he wanted to say something more, he saw the gray-robed young man in front of him retreat the Ling Xiao Sword that was handed to him.

"That's it, since it's already a waste sword, I can also see your sincerity, so there's no need to accept it anymore." Zhu Wu stood up, ripped off the identity token on his waist and threw it in front of Zhuang Hui.

"It's just that I didn't expect that after so long no see, you would change so much."

is no longer the arrogant and beautiful son of the sky, but now he is begging him for a favor, and even his personal sword can be given away.

Zhuang Hui heard the sarcasm in Zhu Wu's words, and after pursing his lips, he just silently picked up the identity token and didn't say anything more.

Despite what he is doing now, even he himself cannot guarantee that it will succeed.

But there is a high smile, he doesn't know why, he will have an inexplicable trust in her.

Perhaps, it was because she was the first "person" to care for him, or maybe it was because of something else......

On the way back, Gao Xiaoxiao rarely didn't say something in his ear, just because Zhuang Hui was indeed ridiculed for begging someone.

She was afraid that if she said something at this time, it would further frustrate his already little self-esteem.

When she returned to the Xishan Cliff Stone House to prepare the baggage to participate in the Sword Sect Competition, she asked Zhuang Hui what she planned to eat at noon.

He didn't dare to touch topics related to Zhu Wu to stimulate him.

The young man folded the clothes to be changed and put them in the baggage, with a gentleness between his eyebrows, and chuckled: "You don't have to be so cautious, with my current status and status, I will suffer from that, and I deserve it." At the very least, we got the tokens we needed to carry out the mission, didn't we? ”

The person in front of him was obviously chuckling, but Gao Xiaoxiao felt a helpless sadness from it.

After wearing the book for so long, for the first time, Zhuang Hui had a feeling called distress, seeing that he was still holding on to a smirk, he walked to the couch beside him in three or two steps and sat down, his little hand touched his thin face with a little chuckle, and the willow eyes were opposite to his peach blossom eyes.

"If you're not happy, don't force your face to laugh, it's ugly."

This is the first time Zhuang Hui has been praised by someone, and in addition to being surprised, he was also surprised to find that he seemed to have no disgust at all for Gao Xiaoxiao's so close touch.

After listening to her muttering persuasion in her ear like Wu Nong's soft words, her nose was slightly sour.

At this time, the depression that he had accumulated for almost a year after becoming a waste person suddenly overflowed uncontrollably.

Crimson gradually crept up the corners of his eyes, and something crystal filled his sockets.

He didn't want Gao Xiaoxiao to see his weeping embarrassment, so he made a request to her in a hoarse voice, which might have been a little abrupt.

"I want to taste what it's like to be held, okay?"

The young man in front of him had never shown weakness like now, like a vigilant cat finally willing to turn his soft belly over and expose it in front of her.

Xu is distressed emotions occupied Gao Xiaoxiao's rational upper hand, and she didn't choose to refuse when Zhuang Hui leaned over to her, don't turn her head to prevent her from seeing his red eyes.

Instead, she opened her arms wide and hugged the boy who was close to her.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

When the bodies of the two close to each other overlapped, Gao Xiaoxiao could clearly hear the powerful heartbeat impact from his chest, and the young man in his arms didn't feel very good because of long-term malnutrition.

There are even some of them.

But compared to this, Gao Xiaoxiao cares more about the trembling body of the person she embraced in her arms.

He must have cried, she thought.

Why could she hear a distinct inhalation and sobbing sound?

It's just that she was more surprised that Zhuang Hui, a male protagonist who is positioned by Long Aotian in the book, will also be vulnerable, and he will beg for comfort and hugs like a wronged kitten.

I feel that in addition to the collapse of the person, I also feel that such a Zhuang Hui has a lot of popularity.

Yes, even if he opens his finger in the original book, he is just a person with flesh and blood, seven emotions and six desires, and of course he is qualified to ask her for comfort.

Gao smiled and sighed, gently wrapped his arms around his waist, and patted him on the back like coaxing a child: "If you want to vent, just vent it, after today, it won't be so easy to ask me for this opportunity." ”

Anyway, she is also a woman, so it is not right to hug and hug Zhuang Hui with a man who is just her bound host.

If it weren't for the special circumstances of this time, she would certainly not have agreed to his rash request.

I thought that he would vent enough at one time, and he wouldn't have to be embarrassed next time.

Zhuang Hui sniffed the aroma of honey locust from Gao Xiaoxiao's body, and buried the head hanging on her shoulder a little deeper towards her neck, and the depression that had been pent up in her heart for many years seemed to be released at this moment.

The sunlight from the window of the stone house fell on the girl in front of him, and looking at the golden halo that permeated her body, he suddenly felt that the suffering he had suffered in the previous year was perhaps a preparation for her arrival.