Arad's crooked savior

"It's raining so heavily. When I came, Hutton Mall Center Street was quiet and there was a lot of water vapor."

Celia put down the umbrella in her hand. Her shoes and trouser legs were a little wet from the water. It was slightly cold and damp and very uncomfortable.

She took off her semi-high-heeled calico shoes and stuffed her socks together. She placed the shoe rack aside and bounced around on the carpet with her bare feet.

After the practice, Yun Mi held the sword and hesitated behind the window. He didn't know whether he should hold an umbrella in the rain and return to Yunqing's place, or stay overnight.

"Yunmi, please stay here for one night. It's hard to tell tonight whether the rain will stop soon or not." Pinocchio persuaded with a smile.

"Then...excuse me."

Staying one night and giving me more time to practice seems not bad.

It was raining heavily, and the weaker women might not be able to hold their umbrellas. There were also strong winds, and they were likely to suffer disaster halfway and be carried away by the bad weather.

"Oh my, what day is it today?" Krach's sharp eyes spotted an octopus tentacle in the kitchen that was as thick as a thigh and had a suction cup.

The octopus hand of Apostle Lotus is the most delicious food in the ocean. Even the famous cold-water fish near the exotic island in the heavens cannot compare with it.

As Mr. Luo's strength gradually returns to its peak, it is almost impossible to taste its delicious taste.

Even Ye Lin, who has a good relationship with it, can't do it. The overlord of the ocean has its natural pride and dignity.

The inventory at home is still the tentacles that were cut off after several battles a long time ago when Mr. Luo was not at his peak. They are extremely precious and will be gone after eating them.

Ye Lin leaned half out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "We have guests at home, and it doesn't make much sense to just keep it without eating it. It's not gold."

"Really?"

Krach casually put on his cooking apron, his eyes still vaguely suspicious, and he always felt that there was another subtle hidden secret.

However, Yun Mi is indeed a guest, and he should be treated well.

"Have the dishes been washed? Go ahead and stay out of the way."

She started to chase them away, but when no one was paying attention in the living room, she stretched out her hand to pull Ye Lin back, took the initiative to stand on tiptoes and put her arms around his neck, giving him a warm and entangled exchange, serving as a small dessert before dinner.

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There are some things that are difficult to change, such as the stability of gold, the hardness of diamonds, and the last two people at the dinner table.

"I'm stuffed!"

Sophie touched her slightly swollen belly and burped, wiping the grease at the corner of her mouth with a napkin, feeling satisfied.

"That's all you need to eat tonight?" Celia looked at the plate next to Sophie. It was much less than usual.

"Well... In the afternoon, Xiaoxiao and I had a buffet at Tianjie."

Sophie seemed to remember something unpleasant. She snorted and curled her lips and said: "When I was only seventy-four percent full, the boss was standing next to me and kept muttering something about me going bankrupt and closing. It's a small business. Let's go~"

Probably because she felt very unhappy, Sophie turned to look at Mailu who hadn't finished eating yet and said, "How about we pretend to go there tomorrow?"

Yunmi, who had finished his meal long ago, was holding a cup of digestion tea and stared blankly at the several plates stacked up by Sophie, as well as the squidgy hair of the milk, obviously he could still eat for a while.

One dinner for them can probably feed themselves for two days!

Seaman is delicate and quiet, so two sesame cakes are enough.

Resting comfortably after dinner, the curtains were drawn, the lights were on in the living room, and the soft but not noisy voices seemed to have forgotten the heavy rain outside.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Heman was satisfied and put away her notes. She asked Mailu for the song praising the earth goddess, which she found very interesting.

"I'm going to take a shower first~"

Seaman skipped to the bathroom. Her hair was very long, and it took a long time to wash it every time. She also had to ask others to help her dry it.

If she were alone, she would probably be busy for two hours.

Yun Mi is studying swordsmanship very diligently, and her internal skills and mental skills are carefully taught by Feng Ying. She is already at the entry level, and it is obvious that her talent is indeed very good.

"Yun Mi, we may go to the Demon Realm for a while soon." Feng Ying corrected another move and told her own affairs at the same time.

"But don't worry, my core is Liangyi Gong and the extraordinary state of Wuqi Chaoyuan. As for swordsmanship and moves, I am the leader of Rongbai School, so..."

As long as Yunmi can successfully cultivate her inner strength and make it vigorous, and when she uses it, the petals will bloom and dance with her, in a sense, she has already "become a master".

All moves and swordsmanship are derived from the basics, and her skills may not be completely suitable for Yunmi.

There are thousands of people with thousands of faces. If you just learn from others and don't go your own way, it's like pouring water into a barrel. There will always be a limit.

Of course, the most important thing is...

Feng Ying glanced at Yun Mi's robe. Even though she was wearing a tight-fitting shapewear, she could still see the proud semicircular curves, which seemed to be a natural mystery.

Certain sword techniques must be changed according to Yun Mi.

"Thank you, Master, for your teaching!"

Yun Mi bowed and saluted, his baby-fat little face full of gratitude. He served the tea with his own hands, keeping in mind the master-disciple etiquette.

Today's practice has come to an end temporarily. The master and apprentice were leaning against the bed in the activity room, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, and there was also a shameless person joining in the fun.

As the reputation goes, I am also a master in swordsmanship, so I should be qualified to give you some advice.

"Bring me the wine!"

Feng Ying suddenly became so heroic that she drew her sword and raised it. The teapot landed firmly on the tip of the sword. After a dance, it landed on a cotton pad two meters away.

Probably because of the mood of the rainy night and the current atmosphere, she felt that drinking tea was nothing, not good or bad.

The spirit of a female chivalrous person should also be that of being heroic and ambitious, acting chivalrous and righteous, using wine as a companion, spitting out the anger of injustice, and in exchange for being free and at ease.

The fine wine brought from Wuling has a gentle fragrance. Taking a sip makes you feel like you are in a bamboo forest with the gentle breeze blowing, making you feel comfortable.

Feng Ying's drinking capacity is average, but it won't be a big deal if he drinks a couple of drinks. Yun Mi is also at a similar level.

After the second glass of wine, Feng Ying's moon-like and quiet cheeks showed a touch of wine red, and she began to tell Yun Mi about her past.

From hearing about the outrageous transfer experiment, to luckily controlling the power of transfer with a strong will, and evolving into a mysterious inner strength.

At that time, she resolutely said goodbye to several friends and chose to wander, making a living with the sword and doing chivalry.

This time Ye Lin Zhiqu did not make trouble, but chose to listen silently.

After drinking the fourth glass of wine, Feng Ying flicked her sword and sighed, as if she had sighed in the past: "A thousand-mile embankment collapsed in an ant nest. When an ordinary man was angry, the world became plain. It's just a title of swordsman and sword emperor. What's important is that I am I am a wandering warrior with a sword."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly sat cross-legged, held her forehead, and fell into a long silence.

Raindrops pattered outside the window, and occasionally spring thunder seemed to break out, coming from a very far away place.

On a rainy day, you can't see the moon, but Feng Ying has the brightest moon in her heart.

He didn't catch it on the night of the wedding, but today he was lucky enough to taste Wuling's fine wine. The first taste was sweet, and he had a feeling of unyielding bamboo, but the stamina... Ye Lin frowned slightly, it seemed quite big.

Suddenly, Feng Ying, who was silent on the side, drank a drink by herself, quickly drank the fifth glass, then stood up and hooked her fingers, and Yun Mi's Longquan sword hanging on the wall came out of its sheath with a "clang~" sound and flew into the palm of his hand automatically.

Surprisingly, the sword, which was made of special material and looked like the scorching sun when drawn, actually lost all its luster in her hand and became as calm as water, like a blue rainbow.

For the third cup, Feng Ying was drunk and danced with her sword.

She seems not to be in this world, but a lonely person walking alone in a certain dimension. She is dressed in pure white clothes, her long hair is also gray, and her sword blade is even sharper!

The petals are flying, flying up and down, as if it is really the late autumn season, and someone is dancing among the flowers, with thousands of sleeves rolled up, and then falling quietly.

Just like the sword fairy coming from the sky, his dance is so beautiful that it is not stained by the mundane world.

Yun Mi's beautiful eyes were warm, and she sincerely applauded her master. If you can see this scene of the Sword Immortal with your own eyes, your life will not be wasted.

But Ye Lin, who was tasting wine at the side, had a slightly changed expression. He was powerful, so he could see more and more carefully. Feng Ying, who was dancing the sword, seemed to be in a very mysterious state.

There was no moon on the rainy day, but she was dancing according to the moon in her heart, admiring herself as if there was no one else around.

But the moment the sword dance ends, that sword move will definitely be full of energy, exerting all Feng Ying's full strength, and containing all the extraordinary artistic conception.

In other words, Feng Ying seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough after being drunk. With one strike of his sword, he could break through the legendary realm and reach the origin level.

And this sword must not be danced in the air, there must be a target for swinging the sword, otherwise the state that you have finally entered will be in vain.