If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chu nodded repeatedly, "That's right, that's right, a gift!"

He shook the sword spike in his hand, "I bought it specially for Master!"

Si Yuanye raised his eyes and looked up.

The sword spike showed a light blue color and swayed in the wind.

"Master, although your black sword looks handsome, it's too monotonous."

"But I think Master, you definitely don't like those flashy colors, so I chose this cyan color."

"Does it look good?"

Si Yuanye stared at that touch of blue and said softly, "Hmm."

Song Chuyi stepped forward and put the sword spike into Si Yuanye's hand.

This was the first time he came into contact with Si Yuanye.

Just as he thought, he was cold, but it was not the kind of hopeless cold in the ice and snow, but like the first snow in early winter.

Although it is cold, there is still the warmth and coolness of autumn.

Song Chuyi's fingertips touched Si Yuanye's palm, and he felt excited.

[I posted with Master, I’m happy. 】

[Master’s palms are so cold, I want to warm them up. 】

[This won’t be considered a hooligan, right? 】

【Forget it. 】

He muttered in his heart while reluctantly leaving Si Yuanye's palm.

Si Yuanye lowered his eyes and stared at the sword spike in his palm.

The sword tassel is very short, about the size of an index finger. There is not a lot of flowing wadding on it, only a braided tassel.

Simple, neat and clear at a glance.

He slowly held the sword in his palm.

"My master will be in seclusion for the next few days, so sword practice will be suspended."

He didn't look at Song Chuyi, but looked into the distance, and a snow-capped mountain seemed to be reflected in his dark green pupils.

"If you have anything, you can tell Xiaobai."

Song Chuyi blinked and said "Okay".

The palace was closed and it snowed on the top of the mountain for no reason.

The snow quickly spread in a thick layer, spreading layer by layer like silver, until it barely stopped in front of the thatched house halfway up the mountain.

Song Chuyi sat on the rocking chair, looked at the thin layer of snow not far away, and touched Xiaobai in his arms.

"Xiao Bai, you said that Master has practiced swordsmanship, so why is it snowing in seclusion?"

"But Master is in seclusion so early. Could it be that the inner demon has become stronger again?"

Xiaobai nestled in Song Chuyi's arms, with his furry tail curled up and falling in front of his face, covering his paws.

Two paws were holding his face, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Xiaobai, why are you so sleepy today?"

Song Chuyi lowered his head and touched Xiao Bai's head, "Is it because Master messed up the weather?"

"It's strange to say that it's snowing only on Jianfeng Peak and not anywhere else."

"I wonder if the snow will affect the Moon Night Grass."

Xiaobai's ears twitched slightly, and his front paws, which were warmed by Song Chuyi's cover, moved.

He seemed to open his eyes and look at Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi was asking Shan Wen at this time.

[Grandpa, will snow affect Moon Night Grass? 】

Shan Wen: [No. 】

Song Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief, [That's good, I hope the Moon Night Grass will grow up quickly so that I can refine the Moon Night Pill soon. 】

Si Yuanye, who was nestled in his arms, raised his head and looked at Song Chuyi.

How did Song Chuyi know about Moon Night Pill?

Was it the ray of soul in his sea of ​​consciousness that told him? Why did he do this?

Many doubts arose in Si Yuanye's heart, making those dark green pupils appear deeper and deeper.

[Only the Moon Night Pill can remove half of the demon blood in the master's body. 】

Si Yuanye's round pupils narrowed into a narrow slit in an instant.

How did he know about the demon blood in his body?

Why doesn't he hate himself?

Si Yuanye looked at Song Chuyi blankly, his eyes filled with real doubts.

After Song Chuyi finished chatting with his grandfather, he looked down and saw Xiaobai looking at him with a cute expression.

He felt happy and lifted Xiaobai high.

"Xiaobai, wake up!"

"I slept a little too long today."

He said, holding it in his arms again, lowering his head and giving it a fierce kiss.

"Now that you're awake, let's practice sword practice!"

"When Master comes out of seclusion, I will definitely be able to fight him ten times."

Song Chuyi took out his broken sword.

I don't know when the rust has completely fallen off, and the sword body is light cyan, delicate and beautiful.

As Song Chuyi applied spiritual energy to the sword, a translucent luster appeared all over it, flowing like water and hazy like clouds.

Si Yuanye squatted aside, his dark green cat eyes filled with surprise.

This was no ordinary sword, he even felt the breath of an artifact on it.

After the rust faded away, the sword shone brightly in the sun just like Song Chuyi.

There was a faint warmth in his heart.

I want to fight him, I want to fight his swordsmanship with my own swordsmanship.

She even...wanted to defeat him completely and watch him beg for mercy in front of her.

The malice in the blood of the demon race kept coming up, jumping and boiling in the blood.

There was a voice in my heart that kept shouting: Defeat him, defeat him completely.

Cut off that sword and destroy the genius in front of you.

"noob!"

Song Chuyi's voice came from not far away, pulling Si Yuanye back from his thoughts.

"It's great to have you by my side watching me practice my sword!"

He was loud and uninhibited, and had no fear of being overheard.

Or maybe he really meant it and wanted others to hear it.

So straightforward and forthright.

Si Yuanye's cat pupils reflected the figure of Song Chuyi dancing with his sword.

His sword intention does not contain murderous intent, and even the intention of attacking is extremely rare.

Although each move was clean and neat, it lacked a bit of momentum because of the lack of killing intent.

If it were on a real battlefield, he wouldn't be able to kill anyone.

There was no reason, Si Yuanye thought so, but he was still attracted unconsciously.

The sunlight above the head was a bit dazzling, falling on the snow next to it, reflecting dazzling light.

But this light fell on Song Chuyi like a holy light.

Even God's light is gentle when it falls on this man.

He suddenly believed the whisper in his heart.

"I am a son of heaven."

Si Yuanye laughed softly, white light flashed, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Dark clouds suddenly descended, bringing with them a strong wind that made the surrounding trees rustle.

Song Chuyi stopped and turned his head to look at where Xiaobai was.

A sword appeared there.

A black sword.

That is Si Yuanye's sword.

A vague figure walked out of the black sword.

He laughed loudly, "Hahaha! Si Yuanye, you have become a demon, hahaha!"

The inner demon did not expect the unexpected joy to come so suddenly.

Despite all the coaxing, Si Yuanye didn't fall into the devil. Unexpectedly, he just watched Song Chuyi practice his sword for a while and fell into the devil.

Isn't this an unexpected surprise?

The inner demon laughed and stretched out his hand towards Si Yuanye.

"Come on, we will be one in the end, hahaha!"

The snow-white Maine Coon cat gradually changed.

He returned to his human form. Although he was dressed in white, his temperament was not as cold as before, but rather ghostly.

He raised his eyes slightly, looked at the inner demon in front of him, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"You too?"