"I don't regret it."

Four words, like a slap in the face, fell on Simon Blowing Snow.

The sword in his hand suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the scene when the two of them had made a move before replayed in his mind.

Ximen Chuixue has always thought that although Shu Ange knows a lot of sword moves, he is best at light and agile sword style, and is good at dodging and defending.

In the previous decisive battle, he had a trace of mercy at first, but in the end he almost devoted himself to the competition.

Can't she really hurt him?

Ximen Fuxue looked at the red blood beads oozing from Shu Ange's fingertips, his heart was shocked, and when he put the sword into the sheath, the sword body touched the scabbard, and the sound of "Zheng" was like a wail.

"How are you hurt?"

Ximen Fuxue took a step forward, and he didn't even dare to look at Shu Ange's eyes.

Her bright smile was like a sharp knife, straight into his heart, revealing his selfishness and ruthlessness.

Shu Ange retracted the sword into its sheath, his fingers removed from his ribs, and the blood stained the cloth red, like a bright red flower blooming.

Ximen Fuxue frowned, and took out a delicate medicine bottle from his sleeve: "This is the gold sore medicine specially made by Divine Doctor Qiu. ”

His long fingers, like his man, were cold and clean.

Shu Ange didn't answer, she took a step back, her smile was light, and there was a kind of ease of seeing through the world.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. The owner of the village, the night is cold and cold, and the king is cherished. ”

When she finished speaking, she turned and left, her clothes fluttering and unremitting.

Ximen Fuxue stood in place with the porcelain vase in his hand, as if a strong wind was blowing in his heart, and he was full of sadness.

He tightened the bottle, only to feel a thousand thoughts welling up in his heart, like a raging storm.

She left.

Ximen Fuxue suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat and a fishy mouth, but he spit out a mouthful of blood.

His heart is upset, the sword, is it really that heavy? It's important that he lives up to such affection.

"Target person's opinion +20, current opinion 70."

When Shu Ange was about to leave the woods, he suddenly heard a favorability prompt, covered the wound with a handkerchief, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there has finally been a breakthrough increase in favorability, otherwise how can she be worthy of the bitter trick she risked her life.

It stands to reason that the bitter meat meter works best if the tip of Simon Blowing Snow's sword leaves a wound in her throat or chest.

But Shu Ange didn't have the confidence to crush Ximen Blowing Snow in martial arts, this kind of dangerous action would become if I wasn't careful-my lover died in my arms, and I realized that I had always loved her bloody drama.

She still has a task to complete, and the poignant plot of dying in her lover's arms is not for her.

The wound was blown by the cold wind, the clothes wet with blood were clammy and cold on the body, and the numb pain made Shu Ange couldn't help but gasp.

She should have taken the gold sore medicine just now, why shouldn't she create an image of seeing through the red dust and refuse the medicine bottle handed over by Ximen Fuxue.

After returning to the inn, Shu Ange knocked on Lu Xiaofeng's door.

In the middle of the night, the beauty knocked on the door, if it was a different person, Lu Xiaofeng might still have a charming thought in his heart.

But after hearing Shu Ange's voice, he resigned himself to his clothes and got up and opened the door.

He was about to laugh and joke with Shu Ange, when he suddenly saw the blood in front of her clothes, and his expression changed: "What's going on?" ”

The movement here alarmed Hua Manlou, and he opened the door, and also saw Shu Ange's blood-stained clothes.

"Are you hurt, seriously?"

"Don't worry, it's just a skin injury, you should be glad. In the whole world, a few of the people who fought with Simon Blowing Snow still came back alive, and I was only slightly injured. ”

Lu Xiaofeng frowned, and suddenly said: "You don't have to like him, although Lu Xiaofeng is not enough to match the Shangguan girl, he has some friends who are both talented and beautiful." ”

"What kind of wind and snow are you talking about in the middle of the night, I'm here to borrow gold sore medicine."

Lu Xiaofeng touched his beard curtly, and Hua Manlou took out a blue and white porcelain vial from his sleeve: "This is the best gold sore medicine in Jiangnan, if the Shangguan girl is seriously injured, it is better to ask the doctor to take a look." ”

Shu Ange took the porcelain vase in Hua Manlou's hand, and blinked with a smile: "I am the best doctor here, why should I be willing to go far." Excuse me, rest in peace, and set off tomorrow as usual. ”

After she finished speaking, she closed the door and entered the house, the faint smell of blood floating in the air gradually dissipated.

Although Hua Manlou regained his vision, his sense of smell was still very sensitive, and when Shu Ange came back before, he smelled the smell of blood, so he took the gold sore medicine to open the door.

When Lu Xiaofeng was about to enter the door, he suddenly saw a touch of white clothes as pale as snow under the rockery of the inn.

He immediately flew over and slapped his palm on Simon Blowing Snow's shoulder—it was rare that he didn't dodge.

"How is she?"

Ximen Fuxue looked at Lu Xiaofeng and didn't mention "her" name, but both of them knew it.

"She thanked you for not killing."

Lu Xiaofeng said such a sentence with a hint of anger, and Ximen Fuxue's expression was a little gloomy.

"I took her down."

Ximen Blowing Snow admits his mistake, in Lu Xiaofeng's opinion, it is simply red snow falling from the sky.

He looked at him suspiciously, and asked seriously: "Are you Ximen blowing snow, haven't you been confused by mountain spirits and ghosts?" ”

Ximen Blowing Snow glanced at Lu Xiaofeng coldly, and he immediately confirmed that this was his friend, the sword-loving Ximen Blowing Snow.

"Alas, you just don't like Miss Shangguan, if you win, you win, why are you so ruthless and hurt people with a sword. In any case, there are not many people like her who are above board and proficient in everything now.

Boasting about Shu Ange, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly found that she was good at a lot of things, which made him admire it very much.

"I didn't win."

The three words of Ximen blowing snow surprised Lu Xiaofeng, and he couldn't help but ask, "What?" ”

"Competition, I didn't win, she let me."

If there is one thing that Lu Xiaofeng thinks is the most incredible thing in his lifetime, then it must be Ximen Fuxue who told him that when he competed with someone in a sword competition, he not only lost the other party but also let her.

"I'm not convinced."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, but when he saw Ximen Blowing Snow's serious look, he had to believe it.

"Miss Shangguan's kung fu, is it already so high, it seems that I have always overestimated your and my martial arts."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled ashamedly, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "She has not yet reached her twentieth year, and you and I are only in our twenties, and we are only showing our grandeur in the rivers and lakes." ”

Everyone in the world praises Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue and others for not admiring fame and fortune, but their reputation has been resounding in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years.

Isn't it Shu Ange who really doesn't want fame and fortune?

She has such a ability, but she rarely fights with others, and she will leave a chance to survive in the face of provocation.

Such a legendary woman, what she likes is the indifferent and ruthless Ximen Blowing Snow, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt that the world was really unpredictable.

(Meow~~~ The male protagonist's mood at the moment: Wow, wow, wow, my daughter-in-law will ignore me in the future, what should I do)