"..."
"..."
Yan Yun, Jiang Qinghe and others were silent.
Jiang Qinghe wanted to slap himself, what a crow's mouth!
And Yan Yun wants to break up, she is so grateful to Song Qingyue, she thinks of all the good things!
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on her.
Is this what it feels like to have light on your face?
"Host, if I give you a mission now, will you kill me?"
Duocai's voice sounded at an inappropriate time.
Yan Yun:......
Yan Yun: What mission?
"Dingdong, congratulations on triggering the special mission - Guilty Heart. Please inspire Yu Feng to feel guilty towards you. Completing the mission will reward you with 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones."
Yan Yun: Are you really a treasure appraisal system?
Duocai remained silent, wondering if he felt guilty.
"Come up, Yan Yun."
Song Qingyue was proud and wanton, and the goose-yellow skirt made her more delicate than a flower.
"Qingyue."
Yu Feng frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless and a little indulgent at her nonsense.
Noticing the slight movement of his slightly bent hand relaxing for a moment, Song Qingyue just smiled playfully.
Master, isn't this exactly what you want?
With so many people staring at her, Yan Yun had no choice but to squeeze in.
Before leaving, she hurriedly threw the spring to Jiang Qinghe.
Jiang Qinghe caught it in a panic, and then looked at the dog in his arms, slightly confused.
Everyone automatically opened a barely passable path for her. Yan Yun raised her eyes and met Song Qingyue's gaze.
She seemed very proud and seemed to be watching a show.
"Don't worry, uncle is here."
Wu Yue stood at the front, her eyes gentle and moving. The moment Yan Yun went up, he gently patted her shoulder.
"Uncle Master..."
Yan Yun turned around and looked at her eyes, which were like a spring of warm water, and was a little greedy for this warmth.
"Meet the Immortal Lord Yu Feng."
She stood on the stage and bowed her hands.
Yu Feng saw that her eyebrows were lowered and she looked as gentle as usual, but she was so strong and fierce that day.
Even though there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, he still had that indifferent look on his face, as if nothing could disturb his heart.
On the contrary, Yan Yun's mind felt like it was exploding.
"The cumulative guilt value is 0.01."
"The cumulative guilt value is 0.02."
"The cumulative guilt value is 0.03."
"Guilt value..."
Yan Yun:????She doesn’t seem to have done anything yet.
"Pick up your sword."
He spoke, as emotionlessly as ever.
Upon hearing this, Yan Yun quickly took out his sword.
The girl's sword was mottled and dull, looking a little ridiculous at this moment.
"Pfft..."
The crowd seemed to have opened a seal under the sound of ridicule, and they were laughing at her incompetence.
She is laughing at her. Without Yu Feng, she is nothing.
But she didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, she raised a faint smile and raised the sword, showing its wear and tear without reservation, "I don't know what you are laughing at. Although this sword is broken, it stays with me day and night. I am a sword cultivator and I am proud of my sword."
Her voice is always soft, but it has the power to penetrate people's hearts.
The ridicule gradually subsided, and they stared at the sword intently. It was originally a dull sword, but it also exuded an unparalleled light in the sunlight.
"good!"
Wu Yue smiled and gave her a thumbs up. This is the strength of their sword cultivators.
Yan Yun felt a little embarrassed when he saw her unreserved praise.
And Yu Feng's eyes moved from her sword to the side of her face, and he was shocked for a moment.
Yan Yun turned around and met his eyes.
He still didn't stop all this.
What is he waiting for?
When she sheds tears of embarrassment or runs away cowardly, do you give her help from above?
But she doesn't need this disgusting charity.
Yu Feng's strangeness was fleeting, and he returned to normal and began today's lecture.
At the end of the morning, Yan Yun had experienced the legendary Kunlun swordsmanship, and gained a lot. Of course, if you could ignore the dense "accumulation of guilt points..." in his mind.
Before leaving, Yu Feng stopped her.
"Your swordsmanship is better than before."
His eyes were dark, and he realized that she had advanced, but he couldn't remember the last time he taught her.
It seems like many years ago.
"The cumulative guilt value is 99."
"Thank you, Immortal Lord. Disciple, please leave."
She cherished her words like gold, never looked back, and walked slowly off the stage.
Yu Feng looked at her quietly, and that strange feeling came to his heart again. He always felt that this shouldn't be like this.
Jiang Qinghe came up to meet him, and first raised his head and called Yu Feng, but Yu Feng just looked at him and made no move.
He wasn't annoyed, he had long been used to it. He turned to look at Yan Yun with a complaint on his face, "Junior sister, you bitch bit me!"
"how come?"
Yan Yun didn't believe it, so he took the spring from his hand, rubbed its head hard, and then said seriously: "It is very obedient, it must be your problem."
As if he heard her praising it, Spring rubbed her palm happily.
"??What do you mean my problem? It's so hateful."
Jiang Qinghe got angry, used his height to give her a hard slap on the head, and said viciously, "A dog's debt must be paid!"
"..."
What is this new term for a ship?
Yan Yun smiled helplessly, okay, don't worry about the child.
But all morning, Song Qingyue didn't find any trouble, which really made her a little uncomfortable.
Thinking of this, she almost suspected that she was a masochist...
Song Qingyue stepped forward, his clothes fluttering, "Master, let's go back."
"You are a little strange today, is it because of junior sister?"
She always says what she wants and has a coquettish and bold personality. When everyone is afraid of Yu Feng, she is the only one who is not afraid.
"You're overthinking it."
Yu Feng withdrew his gaze, his tone was calm and calm, his eyes were like a bottomless pool, without wind there would be no ripples.
After returning to Jiuxiao Palace, he suddenly wanted to go to Songxue Peak.
The magic circle at the foot of the mountain has long been stained with the traces of time. He was the one who personally carved the seal for her.
His fingertips landed on the stone, but he couldn't feel her mark.
The light disappeared and he was standing on the top of the mountain.
The howling cold wind was biting, accompanied by snowflakes scattered everywhere. Except for the wooden house in the distance where only the roof could be seen, everything was white as far as the eye could see.
In a few blinks, he arrived in front of the cabin.
Yu Feng pushed the door open, and it opened with a creak. The furnishings in the room were still the same, and there was no trace of humanity anymore.
On the table, there was something quietly placed, which was the storage bag he threw to her that day.
"The cumulative guilt value is 200. Congratulations to the host for completing the task effortlessly. An additional reward of 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones!"
Yan Yun moved his hands for a moment, and heard that the guilt value that was slowly accumulating from 99.001 to 99.002 just now suddenly reached 200. He couldn't help but wonder what Yu Feng had thought of to make him feel so guilty.
Really, ridiculous!
