Chapter 905: The exiled princess conquers the wandering sword **** 22
"I don't regret it."
The four words, like a slap on the face of Ximen Chuixue.
The sword in his hand suddenly became as heavy as ten thousand pieces, and the previous scenes when the two exchanged moves replayed in his mind.
Ximen Chuixue always thought that although Shu Ange knew many sword moves, the one he was best at was the Light Spirit Sword, which was good at evasion and defense.
Previously, when he was in the decisive battle, at the beginning, he had a hint of mercy, and at the end he almost devoted himself to the competition.
Can she really hurt him?
Ximen Chuixue looked at the dark red blood beads oozing from Shu Ange's fingertips, and his heart trembled.
"How are you hurt?"
Ximen Chuixue took a step forward, he didn't even dare to look into Shu Ange's eyes.
Her bright spring smile, like a sharp knife, inserted straight into his heart, revealing his selfishness and heartlessness.
Shu Ange put the sword back into the sheath, and moved his fingers from under his ribs, the blood stained the fabric, like a bright red flower blooming.
Ximen Chuixue frowned, and took out a delicate medicine bottle from his sleeve: "This is a special medicine for golden sore made by Qiu Shenyi."
His slender fingers, like him, were cold and bright.
Shu Ange didn't answer, she took a step back, her light smile showed a kind of ease of seeing through the world.
"This feeling can be reminisced, but it was lost at the time. Zhuangzhu, the night is cold and cold, I hope you will cherish it."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and left, her clothes fluttering, and there was no nostalgia for her.
Ximen Chuixue stood on the spot with the porcelain bottle in his hand, as if a gust of wind was blowing in his heart, which made his heart drop.
He held the bottle tightly, only to feel a thousand thoughts in his heart, entangled like a storm.
She left.
Ximen Chuixue suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat and a stench in his mouth, but he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His heart is messed up, sword, is it really that important? It was so important that he lived up to such affection.
"The target character's favorability is +20, and the current favorability is 70."
When Shu Ange was about to leave the woods, he suddenly heard the favorability prompt, covered the wound with a handkerchief, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the favorability has finally achieved a breakthrough growth, otherwise how can it be worthy of the bitter trick she displayed at the risk of her life.
It stands to reason that if Ximen Chuixue's sword tip leaves a wound on her throat or chest, the bitter meat plan will work best.
But Shu Ange didn't have the confidence to crush Ximen Chuixue in martial arts. This kind of dangerous action would turn into a lover who died in my arms, and I realized that I have always loved her dog blood drama.
She still has tasks to complete, and the poignant plot of dying in the arms of her lover is not suitable for her.
The wound was blown by the cold wind, and the blood-stained clothes were sticking to the body, and the numb pain made Shu Ange gasp.
She should have taken the golden sore medicine just now, why should she create the image of seeing through the red dust and refuse the medicine bottle handed over by Ximen Chuixue.
After returning to the inn, Shu Ange knocked on Lu Xiaofeng's door.
In the middle of the night, the beauty knocked on the door. If it was someone else, Lu XiaoFeng might still have a charming feeling in her heart.
But after hearing Shu Ange's voice, he got up and opened the door.
He was about to make fun of Shu Ange with a smile when he suddenly saw the blood on the front of her dress, and his expression changed immediately: "What's going on?"
The movement here alarmed Hua Manlou, he opened the door, and also saw Shu Ange's clothes wet with blood.
"Are you injured, seriously?"
"Don't worry, it's just a skin injury, you should be lucky. In the world, some of the people who have fought against Ximen Chuixue are still alive. I only suffered a slight injury."
Lu Xiaofeng frowned and suddenly said, "You don't have to like him. Although Lu Xiaofeng is not a match for Shangguan girl, she has some friends who are both talented and beautiful."
"In the middle of the night, I'm going to borrow the medicine for golden sore."
Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard embarrassingly, and Hua Manlou took out a small bottle of blue and white porcelain from his sleeve: "This is the best medicine for golden sores in Jiangnan. If Shangguan girl is seriously injured, you might as well ask the doctor to take a look."
Shu Ange took the vase in Hua Manlou's hand and blinked his eyes with a smile: "I am the best doctor here, why should I be far away. I'm sorry to disturb the two of you, rest in peace, and leave as usual tomorrow."
After she finished speaking, she closed the door and entered the house, and the faint smell of blood floating in the air gradually dissipated.
Although Hua Manlou has regained his sight, his sense of smell is still very sensitive. When Shu Ange came back, he smelled the faint smell of blood, so he took the golden sore medicine to open the door.
When Lu Xiaofeng was about to enter the door, he suddenly saw a white robe as pale as snow under the rockery of the inn.
He immediately flew over, and patted Ximen Chuixue on the shoulder—it was rare that he did not hide.
"how is she?"
Ximen Chuixue looked at Lu Xiaofeng and didn't mention "her" by name, but both of them knew it well.
"She thanked you for not killing."
Lu XiaoFeng said such a sentence with a hint of anger, Ximen Chuixue's expression was a little sad.
"It was I who lost her."
Ximen Chuixue admitted that he was wrong. In Lu Xiaofeng's view, it was like red snow falling from the sky.
He looked at him suspiciously, and asked seriously, "You are Ximen Chuixue, haven't you been fascinated by mountain spirits and ghosts?"
Ximen Chuixue gave Lu Xiaofeng a cold look, and he immediately confirmed that this was his friend, Ximen Chuixue, who was addicted to swords.
"Hey, you don't like Miss Shangguan, you win if you win, why would you be so heartless and hurt people with a sword. In any case, there are not many people like her who are bright and upright and proficient in every aspect of martial arts and martial arts. .
Complimenting Shu Ange, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly found that she was good at many things, which made him admire very much.
"I didn't win."
Ximen Chuixue's three words surprised Lu Xiaofeng and couldn't help but ask, "What?"
"The competition, I didn't win, she let me."
If Lu Xiaofeng was asked to tell one thing in his lifetime that he thought was the most incredible, then it must be Ximen Chuixue who told him that when he compared swords with others, he not only lost the opponent but also let her.
"I don't quite believe it."
Lu XiaoFeng smiled, but seeing Ximen Chuixue's serious expression, he had to believe it again.
"Shangguan girl's kung fu is already so high, it seems that I have been overestimating your and mine's kung fu."
Lu XiaoFeng smiled ashamed. After thinking for a while, she suddenly said, "She hasn't reached the twentieth year yet. You and I are only just beginning to show up in the arena at 20 o'clock."
Everyone in the world praised Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue and others for not seeking fame and fortune, but their reputations have been resounding in the arena for more than ten years.
Is it not Shu Ange who really does not admire fame and fortune?
She has such ability, but she rarely fights with people, and she will save people a chance to survive in the face of provocation.
Such a legendary woman, but she likes the indifferent Ximen Chuixue, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly realized that the world is really unpredictable.
(Meow The mood of the male protagonist at the moment: woo woo woo, my daughter-in-law will ignore me in the future, what should I do)