Collapse of iron: simulation of being watched, starting from supporting jadeite

Just when everyone in the simulated live broadcast room,

thought that Jingliu was going to confess like the heroine in the idol drama.

Jingliu was stunned for a long time,

looking at Bai Ye, blushing,

the girl's shyness was better than a thousand words,

However,

Jingliu couldn't stand it,

and handed over the long sword in his hand.

...But one is a daughter, and the other is a friend

[Xing: What happened? Why did they fight? ]

[March Seven: I don't know! Did I miss something? ]

[Feixiao: No, no, no, this is not a fight, this is using swordsmanship to express one's feelings. ]

[Yunli: Well, people who practice swordsmanship have this habit, often between close friends, without saying much, the sword in hand can express their feelings. 】

[Bronya: A like-minded confidant. ]

The simulation continued,

When the sword in Jingliu's hand was swung,

Bai Ye knew,

what Jingliu's sword contained,

her feelings and what she wanted to say were almost all expressed through the sword.

Under the moonlight,

Jingliu's swordsmanship kept waving,

constantly telling Bai Ye something.

And Bai Ye,

also felt it from it.

[Xing: Damn! What are you talking about? Does anyone understand? Come out and explain. ]

[Yun Li: Everyone's swordsmanship is expressed differently. Only those who have been together for a long time will understand. ]

[Hanabi: That's right! That's right! This is the private language that only confidants and close people will understand! Ruan Mei Kafka]

[Kafka: Even without Elio's script, I would have taken down your Tavern at the End of the World. ]

[Ruan Mei: Guess what I will create. There are still many bachelors in the universe. ]

[Hanabi: Hehe, just kidding. ]

[March 7: It includes face-changing skills. 】

The simulation continued,

The sword in Jingliu's hand gradually became sharper,

like a symphony,

reached the climax,

the sound of the sword hummed continuously,

and Jingliu just looked at Bai Ye,

his eyes were full of tenderness,

When he first met Bai Ye,

when she was young,

although it was General Teng Xiao who came and

saved them,

but Jingliu knew that if it weren't for Bai Ye,

the strange means of the Envoy of the Order of Abundance would have killed all of them present.

That was the first time they met,

the second time they met,

was in this courtyard. At that time, Jingliu felt that Bai Ye was not polite,

who would stare at someone's face when they first met,

after that,

It was under Bai Heng Yingxing's introduction that the few people officially became friends.

They would occasionally get together in this small courtyard.

Then there was the fireworks show before.

Bai Ye's words to her completely untied the knot in her heart.

Even if the fireworks are fleeting,

they will also bloom their own unique light in the night sky.

It makes people who watch the fireworks feel warm and at ease.

This is the meaning of fireworks.

Originally, after Jing Liu experienced the Cangcheng incident,

her heart was as closed as ice.

But with Bai Ye's company,

the ice in her heart began to melt unconsciously.

In the simulated live broadcast room,

Hua Huo began to add fuel to the fire.

[Hua Huo: See, this is a confidant! ]

[Kafka: I don't mind. Bai Ye had friends in the past. After all, isn't it normal to make a few friends when you are out and about?]

[Hua Huo: You can lie to your buddies, but don't lie to yourself.]

[Kafka: (wearing sunglasses) I didn't lie to myself.]

[Xing: So miserable, it was obviously Ka's mother who came first.]

[March 7: Too miserable.]

The simulation continues,

The bright moonlight pours down like flowing water, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze.

Jing Liu waved his sword in this watery moonlight, his posture was agile, as if a fairy descended to the earth.

The two figures were like two agile butterflies, lightly intertwined, the sword light flickered like bright stars, and the clothes fluttered like soft petals.

When a set of swordsmanship was about to end,

Jingliu's thoughts floated back to the memories of her time with Baiye like a light feather.

To this day, she can deeply feel the tacit understanding and cooperation between the two when they swung swords,

and her heart was filled with incomparable joy, which was like the flowers blooming in spring, gorgeous and warm.

She was shocked to find that before she realized it, her love for Baiye was still ignorant and unaware.

But once she realized it, this love was as hot and obvious as a raging fire.

Just as flowers cannot refuse the sunshine, her heart gradually melted in the warmth of Baiye.

After a set of swordsmanship, Jingliu slowly put away the sword.

She seemed to have something to say, and Baiye waited quietly.

The moonlight was like water, gently falling between heaven and earth, as if covering everything in the world with a hazy veil.

The courtyard was quiet, the breeze blew gently, the leaves rustled, as if they were singing softly.

Jingliu looked at the white night quietly, the moonlight was like silver, quietly falling on her body,

It was as if a beautiful picture was drawn for this peerless beauty.

Jingliu's face was beautiful, just like an ice lotus blooming on the top of a snowy mountain, cold and moving.

Her figure was graceful, like a willow, light and elegant.

Her skin was whiter than snow, like a sheepFat white jade, delicate and warm.

Her long white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, straight to her waist, and a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind, adding a sense of elegance.

Jingliu and the moonlight complemented each other, as if she belonged to this cold moonlight.

The moonlight sprinkled on her skin, making it more translucent, like a bright pearl.

She exuded a cold and detached temperament, as if she was not stained with a trace of worldly dust.

Bai Ye looked at Jingliu,

also a little surprised.

However, then, two figures flashed in his mind. He shook his head gently, trying to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

In the simulated live broadcast room,

[Kafka: (sure win)]

[Ruan Mei: (sure win)]

[Xing: Now it's the ex-girlfriend's turn! 】

[Jingliu: But I won. ]

[Kafka: Give me an address, I will send you some local specialties. ]

Jingliu never intended to say something complicated and obscure.

She only wanted to reveal her feelings in the most direct and simple words.

"I don't have many hobbies, and my friends don't drink much. In the past years, my heart was confused and I didn't know where to go. But now, I know what I want. My swordsmanship and my choices are all determined by my heart.'"

Jingliu said softly, and his voice was particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Since you know this heart, you will not be afraid of the road ahead. I will go even if there are thousands of people."

Her eyes were fixed on Bai Ye.

"Speak human language." Bai Ye was slightly startled.

"I like you."

Jingliu's words were concise and direct, without any dragging.

As soon as the words came out, Jingliu's beautiful cheeks were quietly stained with a faint blush.

Just this little blush made her whole atmosphere completely different. The cold temperament still lingered around her, just like the fireworks,

When it bloomed, people could truly appreciate what is the soul-stirring beauty. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Bai Ye only felt that his heart beat twice.

In the simulated live broadcast room,

It was suddenly quiet and peaceful.

[Xing: March 7, why don't you speak? It shouldn't be. ]

[March 7: ...]

[Xing: Speak! Aren't you the one who talks the most? ]

[March 7: I'm too excited! I got knocked over! Help!!! 】

[Qingque: This is much better than those lousy idol dramas in the universe now! 】

[Esther: That's right! Those capitalists, choose some ugly children of capitalists to make TV dramas, it's so ugly! This is a billion times better than the TV dramas!!! 】

[Fu Xuan: You watch TV dramas during your work time? Qingque]

[Qingque: Cough cough cough cough cough!!! 】

[Kafka: I object! 】

[Ruan Mei: I object too! 】

[Silver Wolf: They are a talented couple and a beautiful woman. It's their turn..... Uh... Help! ! ! ! 】

After a while, Bai Ye and Jing Liu sat down in front of the stone table.

Jing Liu was as usual, with no obvious changes.

Only the faint blush on her face had not yet dissipated, like the first blooming peach blossoms in spring, quietly indicating that she had indeed made such a direct and bold confession just now.

[Xing: Damn, attack directly. ][]

[March Seven: This Jing Liu looks quiet, and it feels like she is the most powerful opponent! ]

[Bronya: Indeed, this Jing Liu looks cold, but if he really attacks, he will not give in to anyone. ]

[Heita: Luo Fu Sword Master, he must strive to be the first in everything, including love. ]

[Kafka: Another opponent. (Wearing sunglasses)]

[Esther: Hahaha, this Jingliu, it seems that his feelings are no less than yours! ]

[Xing: Too miserable. ]

Jingliu sat in the pavilion,

a little at a loss,

Then, she slowly raised her head and happened to meet Bai Ye's gaze.

Jingliu gently combed her long white hair, her red eyes blinked slightly, and then her eyes lowered, avoiding Bai Ye's gaze.

This subtle action, apart from the remaining blush on her face, was the only place where Bai Ye could see that she was shaken in her heart.

Even after the confession, Jingliu's reaction seemed to be as calm as water.

This even made Bai Ye wonder if the beautiful scene under the moonlight just now was just an illusion.

In fact, the scene just now was indeed a bit like a dream.

Bai Ye thought so, staring at the beautiful sword head opposite unconsciously.

The blush spread slightly, and Jing Liu whispered:

"｀....What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, okay, sorry." Bai Ye quickly looked away.

Is she shy? Jing Liu, who is usually cold and frosty, showed this low and angry look, which really made people want to take a few more glances.

She is like the snow lotus on the snowy mountain. She is usually cold and arrogant, but now she is a little more shy and moving. This contrast makes people feel a different kind of emotion.

[Xing: Jing Liu: This is a sure thing. ]

[Jing Liu: Yes. ]

[Kafka: (biting the handkerchief) It was obviously me who came first! 】

[Ruan Mei: (swipe card) Tell me the number, leave Bai Ye. 】

[March Seven: Damn! Rich woman! 】

[Heita: You think that as the top life scientist in the universe, the scientific research patents in your hands can be sold for an astronomical amount. 】

After that, Bai Ye and Jing Liu tacitly agreed not to mention the (De Nuo Zhao) incident just now.

They quietly chatted about other topics, from swordsmanship to friends, and then to daily trivial matters.

Unconsciously, they were surprised to find that they had so many common topics..

In this way, they spent this gathering time.

Until they parted, Jing Liu said softly:

"I'll wait for your answer to what I said just now."

At that moment, the dreamlike confession scene reappeared in front of them, undoubtedly reminding them that all this was reality.

"...Okay."

Bai Ye nodded slightly.

The two of them rode on the flying sword and left this place.

[Xing: Will you agree? ]

[March Seven: I don't think so. After all, Bai Ye has deep feelings for Kafka and Ruan Mei. ]

[Hanabi: But one is a daughter, and the other is a friend. ]

[Ruan Mei:? ]

[Kafka:? ]

[Hanabi: Hehe, just kidding, let's all guess! What will the final result be! 】

[Silver Wolf: I guess, this Mirror Flow is a no-brainer! ]

[Blue Bird: Ah, I think so too, now the Sword Master seems to have no resistance to Bai Ye at all. ]

[Kafka: Obviously I came first! Giant]

[Mirror Flow: No, according to the time of the Amber Age, Bai Ye and I knew each other long before you. ]

[Mirror Flow: You are the challenger. ]

[Kafka:? ]

[Star: My brain is a little out of order. ]

[Black Tower: According to the time, it is true. ]

[Esther: Shocked! Kafka is actually a latecomer! ]

[Black Swan: After all, memories are played randomly, and it is definitely impossible to play them accurately according to the time. In this case, Kafka is indeed a latecomer. ]

[Kafka: I don't accept it! 】.