I Confessed My Love At The Age Of Nine And Invited Yue Lianxing To Inherit The Ten Thousand Swords A

A flash of contempt flashed in Yao Yue's eyes.

"You don't deserve to die in my hands now."

"By the way, let me tell you that your adopted brother's death has nothing to do with Yihua Palace."

"You are dismissed."

Only if you win will a proper explanation be given.

This is Yao Yue’s character.

In fact, there is the most important point for Yao Yue not to kill Yan Nantian.

Although Yaoyue is paranoid, she is unscrupulous.

But at the same time, she is also a very proud woman.

If there was no madness, Yaoyue would maintain her pride without hesitation.

It's true that she defeated Yan Nantian, but she didn't win with her true strength.

Therefore, she did not bother to kill Yan Nantian.

She doesn't want this kind of picked-up victory.

Yan Nantian was stunned.

He knew that Yao Yue was not lying to him, nor did she have any reason to lie to him.

But if Jiang Feng's death had nothing to do with Yihua Palace, then who did it?

Gusts of wind blew Yan Nantian's messy hair.

Suddenly, his eyes trembled, and a flash of determination flashed between his brows.

With a buzzing sound, he inserted the broad sword into the ground.

Then the five fingers of his right hand came together and struck towards the edge of the sword with a hand knife.

wipe!

Blood splattered everywhere, and two of Yan Nantian's fingers were cut off and fell to the ground.

His strength was controlled just right. If it were a little more, it would hurt another finger.

If it is less than one point, the two fingers cannot be cut off neatly.

Yan Nantian, who had amputated two of his fingers, had no expression on his face and did not even frown, as if he was not the one who had his fingers amputated.

After quickly pressing acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, Jian Nantian used his left hand to pull out the sword stuck on the ground, turned around and left without saying a word.

Those two fingers stayed on the ground quietly, motionless.

The blood that flowed out shone in the sunlight.

This was his explanation to Yao Yue, and it was also the price he paid.

Chu Yun stood in the dark, looking at Yan Nantian's back, thoughtfully.

Yao Yue lowered her head and thought about something.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Yaoyue's eyes.

Could it be... it's Yun'er?

Yao Yue heard a saying that after eliminating all possibilities, the remaining one, no matter how outrageous, is the truth.

"Is it really him?"

No!

Yao Yue secretly shook her head again.

Yun'er was born with a weak heart, how could it be him?

…

After Yan Nantian left, a maid quickly cleaned up the battlefield.

Everything in Yihua Palace has returned to calm.

Chu Yun quietly returned to the room while no one noticed her.

Lianxing, on the other hand, has been accompanying Yaoyue.

In Yaoyue's room.

It's very cold here, and the low-hanging white gauze curtain seems to be covered with a light layer of frost.

"Sister." Lianxing stood in front of Yao Yue with some embarrassment, hesitating to speak.

Yaoyue just stood there barefoot, glanced at Lianxing casually, and said one word indifferently: "Say."

"Sister, I..." Lianxing became more and more anxious, like a child who had done something wrong.

"I...I want to ask you something."

Yao Yue looked at her jade hands, which were as soft as catkins, and said indifferently: "Yun'er?"

Lian Xing nodded and said, "Sister, Yun'er's body is getting weirder and weirder."

"When I was trying to convey my inner strength to him, I became increasingly unable to do so."

"I think... I want to ask my sister for help."

Afraid of upsetting Yao Yue, Lian Xing hurriedly said: "Sister, don't worry, it's just a few times. I, I will improve myself as soon as possible. Then I don't need to trouble my sister."

After Lianxing finished speaking, he looked at Yaoyue carefully.

She loves and fears this sister at the same time.

"Yun'er..." Yao Yue murmured in a low voice.

A gust of wind blew by, and the veil fluttered gently, passing over her deserted and gorgeous face, making it difficult for people to see her emotions clearly.

The wind stopped.

Yao Yue smiled softly and said, "Okay."

However, her eyes seemed to have a different meaning.

As soon as she came out of seclusion today, Yao Yue felt that Chu Yun seemed a little unusual.

So, she wanted to see what was going on.

"Sister!" Lianxing was surprised and happy. Unexpectedly, Yaoyue agreed so happily: "Thank you, sister."

But Yao Yue did not continue this topic. Instead, she glanced at Lian Xing's left hand and said, "How do you feel?"

Lian Xing's heart suddenly tightened.

"Sister, I...I..."

Yao Yue slowly stood up and walked to Lian Xing's side step by step.

She walked very slowly, but with every step she took, Lianxing's heartbeat accelerated.

When the two met face to face, Lian Xing's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Yao Yue's cold face was still expressionless.

She stretched out a finger and gently lifted Lianxing's chin, making Lianxing look up at her.

"Your disability is gone."

"So, how do you feel?"

"Are you still you?"

Lian Xing hurriedly said: "Sister, it's me!"

Yao Yue leaned close to Lian Xing's ear and murmured: "Your body has changed, will you betray your sister?"

Her voice is small, soft, and soft.

But such a beautiful voice made Lian Xing break into a cold sweat.

She quickly said: "Sister, you, you will always be my sister."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes." Lianxing's tone couldn't help but become urgent: "Always."

"You are mine, understand?" Yaoyue said softly.

It's just that she herself didn't realize that there was an indescribable loss in her heart at this moment.

Also, panic.

"Sister, I...I understand."

Yao Yue slowly took a few steps back, and her voice returned to its normal cold tone.

"Okay, you are weak, just rest for the next few days."

"Go and call Yun'er."

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