On Broken Star Lake.
Here is an endless expanse of water with vast mist and nowhere to rely on.
To the left, to the right, forward and backward, there is water.
But there are people on the water.
It was a girl in a silver shirt, with a silver veil covering her face.
She held it slightly with her right hand, stretching it straight to the right.
It was just like this girl's catkin that just now gently drew a horizontal line on her chest.
"Did you succeed?" Someone beside her asked gently.
She is just a weapon. As long as someone holds the hilt of her sword, she can help that person kill everyone in the world.
"No." The girl replied coldly, not disappointed or depressed.
She launched that blow with the belief that it would kill, but she didn't care whether it was successful or not.
"We have nothing to do here." The man next to her didn't feel any disappointment in it, as if he had just picked up his bow and shot a sharp arrow at a bluebird flying by the sky. If he shot down, he wouldn't mind picking it up. The next feather is used as a decoration on the hat, but if there is no harvest, it will not affect today's dinner.
"We'll have spicy hot pot for lunch today." He told the girl next to him.
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Lan Liubing Castle.
The scene where the assassination originally occurred should have been filled with screams, curses, scoldings, and despair.
But there is nothing here.
Ye Luan looked at the collapsed ice sculpture in the distance, then looked up at the hole piercing the vault behind him.
She naturally knew what happened, but she raised her eyebrows slightly, looked back at Lin Xi, and said with a smile: "The surprise arranged by the teacher is not very creative."
When the most important person doesn't panic, no one thinks the situation is dangerous. .
And on that remote high platform, Ao Xuehua heard Ge Sheng's judgment, nodded, and then shook his head.
"It's the Tiandao Sword." President Zanxue agreed with Ge Sheng's opinion, but then smiled: "It only has 30% of the sword power of your original strike, but the power in it is much better than yours at that time."
Saying this, Ao Xuehua turned around and looked at the girl in black next to Ge Sheng. She was still sitting there calmly, with the white cat curled up in her arms.
"Who is it?" Ao Xuehua asked her.
Many people didn't know what happened just now, but Ao Xuehua was naturally not included in those "many people".
She asked the most important people directly.
Because she was the one who cut through the thin blade just now.
The blade, which is faster than the wind, can only stand a chance of blocking it if it jumps through the gap in space.
"She is coming."
The red-haired girl spoke like this, without any fluctuation in her tone, and her attractive red lips had a cherry-colored gloss.
His Highness the Third Prince told her, but did not say her name.
This is because she knows her identity.
At the same time, she thought everyone present was aware of her presence.
In fact, His Highness's emotional intelligence is really astonishingly high in a sense.
So she only used three words to tell the people present a huge amount of information.
"Thank you!" Ye Qing blushed. At that moment, her heart almost stopped.
The most important family member to her was assassinated in front of her eyes. Such horror made her unable to think.
Until the thin blade was split open, until heavy snow fell behind him.
Only then did she have the opportunity to look at the red-haired mage in black in front of her, and kept saying, almost breaking down;
"Thank you." These were the only words she could say.
The Third Highness didn't say anything. She was not good at handling other people's thanks, and she also didn't think she needed anyone to thank her.
Because she is just doing what she thinks needs to be done from her own perspective.
On the high platform in the distance, the cancellation of the opening ceremony had been temporarily announced, and Ye Luan was already leaving the venue accompanied by Lin Xi.
Students one after another began to leave along the emergency passage under the guidance of the Snow Burial Society. Although they vaguely guessed what happened, the urgency of time forced them to follow the arrangements from others.
His Highness the Third Prince sat there quietly, with the white cat in his arms.
Her left hand gently stroked the white cat's forehead, while her right hand was behind her back.
She didn't move, not only because no one asked her to move, but also because she couldn't move.
The right hand behind her back is a girl's palm as smooth as jade, but in the palm, along the thin and almost invisible palm lines, there is a straight crack.
It was as if the sharpest sword had cut her palm directly, and the crack ran through the entire palm, almost cutting her palm straight.
she! Still injured!
She blocked the thin blade with her bare hands and then cut it off, but as a price, her right hand used to block was almost severed.
She did not tell the few people in front of her about her injuries, even though these few people in front of her might be the people who care about her the most in the world.
Because she doesn't want to cause trouble to others.
Of course, there is another reason.
Under that straight, deep crack, after the thin layer of jade-like skin was cut open, not even a drop of blood flowed out.
Underneath the wound is endless darkness.
Like the depths of chaos, the mist was so dark that it was invisible, and it was dense and undercurrent in the gaping wound of this girl.
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After the assassination in the morning, at noon, there was a gentle knock on the door of an exquisite mansion somewhere in Ye Ye City.
Since there is a knock on the door, as long as there is a host inside, and as long as the guest is not disliked by the host, then the door is inevitable.
But when the door opened, the guest's expression was not good.
The host, wearing a white apron, welcomed the guests into the mansion with a warm expression: "Teacher came just in time, knowing that the student's family is having spicy hot pot today."
The guest was quickly welcomed into the main hall. In the hall was a blazing charcoal fire, and on the charcoal fire was a steaming red copper pot.
In the small pot is boiling thick juice, bright red in color and fragrant. On the table beside the small pot, there are thinly sliced tripe, beef liver, beef loin and lean meat; on the other side are fresh vegetables, Green onions, green garlic sprouts. Small plates were placed one by one, containing sesame oil, monosodium glutamate, chili powder, minced ginger, peppercorns, refined salt, and tofu.
There are also game dishes with four additional ingredients: lettuce, fresh mushrooms, spinach, and scallions.
The owner, still wearing an apron, was coming in and out, constantly bringing out tofu slices, potato powder and other new ingredients from the kitchen in the back.
After the guests sit down, they directly pick up a pile of pink meat and put it into the hot pot to rinse it gently. When the thin slices of meat are soaked with the bright red soup, they lift it up without any more or less, and put it in without any explanation. Chew in mouth.
The girl sitting next to him calmly handed over the cup and filled it for him. The guest smiled at her and raised his hand to drink it all.
The host brought the last side dish, sat down and looked at the guest who only ate a piece of meat and stopped eating after drinking a glass of wine, and smiled slightly: "The student's cooking is not to the teacher's taste?"
The guest picked up the wine glass and drank the second glass of wine: "If your majesty can avoid coming to this city, I would rather not eat this delicious meal cooked by your majesty."
Lin Xi looked at the blond man in front of her and said faintly: "I don't know what kind of crime it is to murder a princess of another country in the territory of that country."
The calm girl beside him raised her eyes, her golden eyes like molten gold.
The girl had just filled a glass of fine wine for him, and then added a second glass.
But at this moment she stood up quietly, with white threads condensing on her fingertips.
