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Shi Ji retracted his gaze, and at some point it rained, drizzle, like silk, like light.

"Hurt again?"

Ishiji slowly turned his head.

The golden-robed Taoist who stepped into the courtyard gate with one foot shook his body, his eyes were angry, ashamed and desolate.

Shi Ji stretched out his hand, and like a ray of light fell on her hand, and then passed through her fingers.

"Bring it. ”

The shame and desolation of the golden-robed Taoist solidified on his face.

"What?"

"Golden Knife. ”

The golden-robed Daoist's chest rose and fell, and his throat was sweet.

"Don't spit it out. ”

The faint voice is very unforgiving.

The blood that had reached his mouth was swallowed by the golden-robed Taoist again.

Shi Ji's hand still didn't return, just stretched out in the rain, cold.

The golden-robed Taoist did not impress Shi Ji with the saddest and most desolate eyes.

In the end, his heart took out the golden knife like a knife, and his heart was dripping blood.

Shi Ji took it, and the golden light passed through the light rain and returned to the palace.

"It's not difficult to borrow and repay. ”

Shi Ji's voice was as light as a drizzle.

But it stabbed the heart of the golden-robed Taoist.

"That's mine!"

The golden-robed Daoist's gaze was terrifying, and all kinds of emotions exploded in an instant, and the terrifying qi ripples swept like a silk drizzle.

Shi Ji slowly lowered his hand and looked at the golden-robed Taoist lightly: "The knife has been in the palace, why don't you take it?"

The corners of the gold-robed Taoist man's mouth squirmed, and his face was ugly.

Shi Ji said lightly: "One yard to one yard, you borrowed it from me before, and now I have returned it, you can take it yourself." ”

Shi Ji stopped saying anything after speaking, and the light rain fell again, and she stood quietly in the light and rain, like light and rain.

The golden-robed Taoist fell with a staggering step to the stone table, and threw himself on the stone bench like a puddle of mud.

The courtyard is deep, and the slanting wind and drizzle do not have to return.

The Taoist touched his head to the stone table and said in a muffled voice, "What if I don't come back?"

Shi Ji's faint voice sounded: "If you don't come back, you don't have to return the knife." ”

The Taoist raised his head sharply, "That's it?"

Shi Ji didn't answer this question, she just said softly: "There is no merit and hard work, I will not give you a sword." ”

"Bang!"

The Taoist slammed his head on the stone table, and he shouldn't have come back.

"Where can you go if you don't come back?"

A whisper, a breeze and a drizzle.

"If you don't come back, where can you go?"

The golden-robed Taoist was slightly distracted.

He didn't know either.

He couldn't think of a more reassuring place for him, where he was not afraid of anything, nor of her, which was strange.

He didn't hesitate before he came back, he didn't think much about it before he came back, he was hurt, he wanted to come back, that's all.

He's back.

Where else can he go but here? Who else will take him in and shelter him, a seriously injured Taoist who has an evil saint with an innate spirit treasure will die outside.

He stumbled back to Chaoge, and no one dared to make a move, because she was staring, but in other directions, it was difficult to say.

He figured it out.

The golden knife he also figured out, he didn't need the golden knife here, the golden knife staying in his hand would only affect his healing, this is Chaoge City, the knife is now the king knife, Shi Ji can suppress it, but he can't hold it down.

The golden-robed Taoist stood up and saluted solemnly: "I'm sorry." ”

Shi Ji's sleeves moved slightly, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Why?"

"For the knife, and for those two things. ”

"The knife, you've already returned it. Those two things are just an addition, not the meaning of a saint. ”

"Didn't you mean a saint?"

"Don't think too low of the saint, the saint just spoke out to protect the disciple once, and taught you a lesson, the first time was the teacher who defended the disciple, it is justified, he never embarrassed you, the second time, you shot and killed his disciple under his nose, you should be glad that you can come back. ”