So when Ge Sheng called Xiao Jiu's name, the blue-haired girl was happy at first. Just as she was about to go up and ask what happened, she saw Ge Sheng holding the hand of a black-clothed mage.
Xiaojiu's expression changed slightly, she stuffed the white cat into Ao Xuehua's arms, and rushed forward to grab Ge Sheng's hand. She didn't write, and didn't want to write, so she turned around to drag him back.
But it can't be dragged because Ge Sheng can't move.
Although the boy didn't know where her emotions came from, it didn't mean he had to obey. Ge Sheng looked at the girl who pulled up his left hand. Although he was a little unhappy, he still wanted to introduce her: "Xiao Jiu... "
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted. Xiaojiu glanced at Ge Sheng coldly. At that moment, the blue eyes seemed to hide a blue giant beast. The giant beast stared at Ge Sheng, and its cold breath instantly made Ge Sheng's mind go blank. For a moment.
So I can no longer say the next words.
Actions are explanations, and Xiaojiu doesn't want to hear his explanation in words.
She just looked at the mage in black again and wrote: "Who are you?"
When she wrote this sentence, Xiaojiu's eyes were as blue as the moon and as cold as a cold pool. Those were the eyes of the emperor, the pressure from the bloodline, the power from the emperor's bloodline. At this moment, she had no reservations. Shown for the first time.
Because, very angry.
The mage in black raised his head, and as the light and shadow fell, Xiao Jiu was dazzled by the stunning face under the mage's hat. She looked at Xiao Jiu calmly, her crimson eyes as calm as a lake.
Ge Sheng broke away from Xiao Jiu's hand and said angrily: "Xiao Jiu, what are you doing!"
"Why are you here?" Xiaojiu wrote again. The icy blue words were like the marks of a sword. She did not hide her hostility towards her because she didn't want to hide it.
"Xiaojiu!" Ge Sheng said angrily: "Don't be ridiculous!"
The mage in black seemed to understand something. He paused and spoke in a calm and calm voice: "I'm sorry."
The delicate white jade hand slipped out of Ge Sheng's hand in an instant. She turned around quietly and was about to leave from the exit.
No nostalgia at all.
"Wait." Ge Sheng quickly caught up and grabbed her hand again.
It was as if he had caught a cloud of smoke and passed his hand directly through it.
Ge Sheng had no choice but to rush in front of her and open his hands to stop her. "Wait, I invited you here, stay, okay? I, I beg you."
The mage in black shook his head, pointed at Xiao Jiu who was looking at him coldly, and said again: "I'm sorry."
Then he had to leave.
At this time, a gentle and joking voice sounded.
"Senior sister, since you are here, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
The girl looked at the source of the voice indifferently, a trace of doubt flashed across her frozen ice sculpture face, and she hesitated and said: "President?"
Ge Sheng looked around and saw a man with blond hair and golden eyes, or someone very familiar to Ge Sheng and Xiao Jiu - in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli.
However, this time he was not wearing the extremely casual attire he wore when he was at the lake. Instead, he was wearing a night-colored samurai uniform, which fully revealed his tall and straight figure. There was a dim star embroidered on the right chest of the samurai uniform.
Beside him, stood the girl, masked, with long silver hair hanging down to her ankles.
Ge Sheng is also an unforgettable person.
"After leaving the academy." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he looked at the mage in black with a smile on his face: "It's an honor to meet you again. Your Highness."
"Shut up, you scum!"
Ge Sheng didn't know what was going on, but he felt a silver whirlwind whirling past him, and he could only vaguely see a black ponytail flashing in front of his eyes.
Ao Xuehua's figure was reaching its peak at that moment. Before anyone could react, the swordsman in white stood angrily in front of the spring of the fourth year of Qingli: "Big scum, you should let the matter of stealing your wallet go." "
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli's reign, he shrugged, with his usual smile on his face: "Don't steal. It doesn't sound good to steal. I just borrowed it."
Then he glanced sideways at the girl next to him and said, "And it's not very convenient for me right now."
Ao Xuehua looked at the girl beside him, his eyes changed sharply, as sharp as a sword.
As mentioned before, this is a girl with silver hair that reaches her ankles. She is not tall and can only reach her nose in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli. She is wearing a cloak embroidered with silver stars, her long pure silver hair is flowing like flowing mercury, and her face is covered with a veil so that she cannot see her true face, but her eyes are as bright as gold, as if they are filled with molten gold. Generally, there is no emotion in it. Her skin is as fair as jade, with an almost illusory transparency.
In this night of lights, this weapon looks even more beautiful than that night.
"Dark Star!" Ao Xuehua exclaimed in low voice, lowering her voice, "Who are you?"
"It really surprises me." Spring smiled in the fourth year of Qingli, "But I am not interested in your identity. You are not welcome here, so it is best to leave."
"Otherwise, even if you are really that family, but you are accidentally crushed here, I will only feel sorry."
Ao Xuehua rubbed his nose and smiled: "Children of the devil, I am also not interested in your plans at all, but if you hurt the people around me, please don't regret it."
"What a sharp-tongued little girl." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he looked at the pony-tailed girl and said, "Then I wish you good luck."
These conversations were carried and passed between the two by extremely fine air currents. Both of them seemed to be quite comfortable with such advanced martial arts, so when this obscure conversation was completed, Ao Xuehua was already holding her lost wallet and smiling happily. When he came back, there was no clue on his face.
The black-clothed mage finally stopped. Perhaps the words spoken in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli had an effect. Ge Sheng was explaining something to her. She was between listening and not listening, but she seemed to have no intention of leaving.
However, Ao Xuehua returned to Xiao Jiu with a smile on her face and hugged her in her arms without any explanation. The swordsman in white's voice was colder than ever before and he whispered in her ear: "Now, what?" Don’t say anything, don’t do anything, I’ll take you away.”
Xiaojiu's expression changed. The person in front of her spoke so seriously. Recalling what the man had warned her, she felt certain in her heart. She wrote with her finger on Ao Xuehua's palm: "I won't leave."
"and who are you?"
Ao Xuehua shook his head: "If you don't leave, you will die."
"If you won't die, then neither will I." Xiaojiu wrote quietly.
Ao Xuehua sighed slightly, then quietly raised his right hand, and his knuckles easily clasped Xiaojiu's delicate throat.
"Sorry about that."
She hugged Xiao Jiu, and outsiders could not see anything abnormal, but her fingers were cold and hard, and Ye Qing had no doubt that she could break his own throat with just a little force.
