Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

After dinner.

Fu Ling played chess with Mr. Murong in the hall, while Wei Zian and Murong Ya took a walk in the courtyard.

The two walked one in front of the other, with Wei Zian following behind.

Murong Ya moved lightly with lotus steps, her hands were tightly clenched, and she walked very slowly.

Murong Ya seems to be in a bad mood today.

Wei Zian put his hands behind his head, feeling a little worried.

He still clearly remembered that when eating at noon, Murong Ya's red eyes and slightly hoarse voice were obviously from crying.

He wanted to speak several times, but Murong Ya's mood was not very good, and Wei Zi'an had nothing to do.

The two of them walked around so slowly, Murong Ya looked down at Xiao Jing, and Wei Zi'an looked up at her back.

The sun was shining at noon, and the wind hadn't blown yet. Just wearing a cotton padded jacket, she wouldn't feel cold. However, Murong Ya's body was a little weak, and when she walked to the edge of the pond, her body shivered slightly.

Seeing this, Wei Zi'an took off his coat and put it on Murong Ya's body.

"Don't freeze."

As usual, Wei Zian reached out and rubbed Murong Ya's little head, messing up his well-groomed hair. This was one of the few bad things he was willing to do.

Feeling the warm palm on her head, Murong Ya trembled all over, and the grievance in her heart completely burst out.

"Woooooooo..."

Suddenly, Murong Ya turned around, opened her hands to embrace Wei Zi'an's body, and began to cry softly.

"what happened?"

Murong Ya's crying startled Wei Zian. He reached out his hand to wipe her tears, but he couldn't move because of his tightly clasped hands.

"Don't cry."

Murong Ya just wept silently, and could see her body twitching continuously.

"nothing."

Wei Zi'an reached out and patted Murong Ya's back lightly, to calm his emotions.

He didn't know what to say, he had never coaxed a crying girl.

Time passed slowly, and finally Wei Zi'an got tired of taking pictures, so he put his arms around Murong Ya, and hugged her tightly.

Later, Wei Zian was a little tired from standing, so he found a stool and sat on it with Murong Ya in his arms.

"Well...why don't you ask me why I'm crying?"

Murong Ya cried for a long time, and was a little tired. She raised her eyes to look at Wei Zian, her eyes were red, and she looked very pitiful.

You don't say it... Wei Zi'an looked at Murong Ya's pear blossoms with rain, and felt very distressed.

"Why are you crying?"

"I...I want to leave...leave you..."

Murong Ya's small hand wiped the tears on her face, her voice was intermittent.

"leave me?"

Wei Zian frowned slightly, "Where are you going if you leave me?"

"Go to the capital..."

Murong Ya lowered her head, sobbing softly, "My physique is very special, in a sense, it is a great tonic..."

Hearing this, Wei Zian was shocked, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said in disbelief: "Really?!"

"Um……"

Murong Ya nodded, leaning her head on Wei Zian's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

"Emperor Wu's sea of ​​qi is constantly withering, he needs stimulation, a dose of strong medicine..."

"Emperor Wu?!"

Wei Zi'an was struck by lightning!
Murong Ya's body does have a huge amount of psychic liquid, and Emperor Wu's sea of ​​Qi is almost exhausted, that is to say, Emperor Wu wants to eat Murong Ya to nourish? !

Thinking of this, Wei Zi'an felt extremely angry, almost unable to suppress it.

Emperor Wu killed my mother, and now he wants Kai to take away my beloved?
Wei Zi'an's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists tightly.

At this time, the Jinghong Sword placed in the hall seemed to feel something, the sword body trembled, the sword hummed, and even the tea on the table kept spilling out.

"This is……"

Surprise flashed across Murong Yunhai's eyes who were playing chess, and he quickly recognized what it was with his years of experience.

"Sword Intent?"

"It's really sword intent..."

pata——

The black flag in Fu Ling's hand fell to the chessboard with a snap, her mouth was slightly opened, and her eyes were full of shock.

"Isn't this Zian's sword?"

Murong Yunhai asked.

"Yes."

Fu Ling frowned slightly, "But, why did he suddenly comprehend the sword intent?"

If she remembered correctly, what the master said when he returned to the academy, the little junior at that time had only just started practicing swords.

From then to now, in less than four months, the junior brother actually comprehended the sword intent?
Different from comprehending the sword energy, comprehending the sword intent means that you have truly entered the hall and entered the room along the way of the sword.

"where is he?"

Murong Yunhai didn't suppress the excitement in his heart, he squeezed the flag made of marble directly into fine powder with his hands.

"It seems to be in the yard."

Fu Ling released a wisp of consciousness and spoke.

"Go and see."

Murong Yunhai was a little surprised, thinking that the little girl in this academy is not as simple as it seems.

"Do you have a sword?" Fu Ling asked.

"No need."

Murong Yunhai stopped her thoughts.

The two stepped out of the door, and the next moment, Jinghong came out of her sheath and turned into a stream of light.

the other side.

Wei Zi'an was comforting Murong Ya softly.

After Murong Ya's mood was basically okay, he asked his own thoughts: "When are we going to leave?"

"almost."

Murong Ya shook her head, "I don't know the specific day."

"Eat it after you go?"

Wei Zi'an had veins on his forehead.

"Will not."

Murong Ya explained: "He believes that this is a very sacred thing. He will fast first, then announce it to the world, and finally choose an auspicious day for the zodiac."

After finishing speaking, Murong Ya looked up at Wei Zi'an, tears were about to overflow from her watery eyes.

"Why don't you forget about me..."

Hearing this, Wei Zian trembled all over.

He closed his eyes, shook his head, and said softly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You are my fiancee, how can I forget you?"

Wei Zian raised Murong Ya's little head, and said seriously: "Do you remember what I said back then?"

"……Can not remember."

Murong Ya's eyes dodged, she didn't want to see Wei Zi'an in danger.

Although Emperor Wu's sea of ​​qi collapsed, he was still a strong man in the realm of heaven and man. Coupled with the power of the royal family, no matter how you look at it, he has no chance of winning.

Taking food from the mouth of a tiger is tantamount to ascending to the sky.

"I said I would protect you for the rest of my life." Wei Zi'an said slowly, "You said you want me to forget you, don't you want me to lose my word?"

"Do you want to see me become an unfaithful and ungrateful person?"

"No...it's not like that..."

Murong Ya struggled, trying to explain clearly.

"You're going to die like this..."

"I'm not afraid."

Wei Zian said with a smile: "In this life, the thing I fear the most is death."