forced to fall in love

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Xie Xisui's words were about to fall, he propped himself on the sand with one knee, and the man holding the sword who wanted to melt the sword with blood suddenly looked up at her.

The sword edge that was hanging steadily on the palm of the hand a moment ago, was slightly shifted at this time, and the wrist was slightly turned, sticking to her own arm in the opposite direction, while avoiding Xie Xisui's hand.

The white cloth blocked the person's sight, and the flying sand raised by several fights cut a thin opening on her side face, and the shallow blood oozes out along it.

The white cloth on the top was used as a contrast, making the blood stains vivid, and Xie Xisui's fingertips hanging on one side were slightly curved.

"Master."

Her voice slowed down unconsciously, and even the end sound became softer, but she spoke clearly and answered her without any hesitation.

There was a "hissing" sound from behind, Xie Xisui's sleeves fluttered lightly, and he passed by with a flick of his hand. Immediately, five golden pillars fell from the sky and smashed into the sand.

The golden pillar flashed across, forming a golden cage, trapping the snake phantom inside.

"Since we can tell the difference, how can we still be poisoned by phantom poison?"

Even if he couldn't see her eyes, Xie Xisui could feel her gaze.

The surface of Lingxi's cracked lips was covered with sand. Hearing her voice, he sighed and let out some breath. The dry blood stains on the corners of his lips moved slightly with the arc, "Because the phantom is you."

The ending sound melted into the wind and sand in an instant, Xie Xisui raised his eyes to look at her, the light in his eyes froze for a moment, and the light inside flickered.

Xie Xisui's hand covering her palm exerted a slight force, and immediately a celestial force entered along Lingxi's palm, warm and with a little momentum, it traveled along her meridians to the whole body.

The heat melted into the blood, and there was a sense of tearing, Lingxi let out a muffled snort, closed his lips tightly, and was speechless.

The scalding and powerful force is like the tide rushing to the shore, one wave after another presses down on the residual poison in Lingxi's body, sometimes cold and sometimes hot.

"puff!"

Xie Xisui's last suppressed force swept Lingxi within a few breaths, and the black and dirty blood sprinkled on the sand, making a small sound.

Lingxi lowered his head slightly, supporting his upper body with the help of the sword body submerged in the sand.

"A phantom is an illusion."

Xie Xisui's dark eyes fell on the white neck exposed behind her head, with clear lines, and his voice was very soft, but with some helplessness.

Lingxi paused, raised his hand to wipe off the remaining blood, looked up at her, the white cloth in front of him, with the radiance of the gold pillar in front of him, faintly outlined Xie Xisui's figure, the corners of his lips slightly curved.

Her dark eyes narrowed her expression, and she didn't speak any more.

The snake phantom, who was trapped in the cage behind him, was suppressed by powerful spiritual power, hissing continuously, and hitting the gold pillar with the snake's head, but was injured by the energy rebounded from the golden pillar.

The energy gathered by Xie Xisui's fingertips passed Lingxi's eyes, and then a drop of blood spat out by Lingxi flew far away towards the phantom snake trapped in the golden pillar.

The purple dot between the eyes of the snake's head was immediately covered by this drop of dirty blood.

Lingxi didn't have time to notice anything, but suddenly there was a painful low cry from the phantom of the snake in front of him, and the shaking sand was light.

Lingxi got up and subconsciously wanted to take off the white cloth, but his fingertips rested on the cloth, but was touched by the warm fingertips, and he froze slightly.

"What to pick, isn't there enough phantom poison?"

Lingxi felt the heat of her fingertips, looked for her voice, and slowly withdrew his hand.

It was clearly in the hot desert, but when Xie Xisui appeared beside Lingxi, it was like a breath of cool wind, and the heart hanging in the air was slowly falling.

"Master, but I can't see you."

Lingxi's dried-up lips were moistened again by the black blood she spit out earlier, and the blood stains were not completely wiped off, but instead deepened the color of her lips.

Xie Xisui swept her lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Really, didn't you see 'me' in the phantom just now?"

"See 'I' dressed in red? Reaching out to you?"

The person in front of him lowered his head slightly, as if he wanted to avoid her gaze, and the fingers on the hilt of the sword gently rotated inward.

"Everything in the startling rainbow scroll can be seen by the scroll holder."

As soon as Wenrun's fingertips fell, it seemed as if gravel suddenly fell on the calm water surface, causing layers of ripples, and then pushed them away. The sound was distinct and soft, but there was already a vortex under the water surface.

A trace of coolness covered Lingxi's thin mouth cut by the flying sand, which was bleeding out before, but it healed in an instant.

The light fragrance floats to the tip of the nose, the hot air falls on the skin, and the soft sound echoes in the ears, all of which are incomparable to the illusion in the illusion.

Xie Xisui stepped back halfway, leaving a distance, "Now let you choose whether you will still indulge in illusions."

"No matter what the illusion looks like, it's just an illusion. Even if it turns into my appearance, it can't cover up the fact that it's a fake."

"I taught you to protect yourself since you were a child, but now you are hurt by fakes."

There was a buzzing in Lingxi's ears, and after a while, the person in front of him continued calmly: "How can I rest assured that you are going down the mountain like this."

Her ending sound was clear and faint, but when it fell into my ears, I seemed to hear her sigh and see her slightly frowning brows.

Lingxi immediately bent over to salute her, "I know my mistake, let Master worry about my disciple."

"It's a disciple..."

"I won't let you get hurt."

"You just have to remember that."

The person in front of him suddenly opened his mouth, stopping Lingxi's remaining words on his lips.

Lingxi suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, only her faint figure appeared in front of the white cloth, Lingxi's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and the numbness extended to his heart.

Her final note was about to fall, and the surrounding wind suddenly became louder and swept in, making Lingxi confused.

There was a brief silence in her ears, the consonance floated in the air and even the touch of the yellow sand disappeared in an instant, only the familiar light fragrance surrounded her, and the upside-down sword in her hand returned to its sheath, making a crisp "thump" sound.

When he landed again, there were long-lost hard and flat floor tiles under his feet.

The heat dissipated, and a cool breeze came in. Lingxi wanted to say something, but someone interrupted her first.

"Elder, the room has been prepared for you, and what you need has also been placed in the room."

A respectful female voice appeared, and there were several different footsteps, and even the sound of them bending over and saluting, rubbing their sleeves and robes became clear to Lingxi in the darkness.

"Ah."

Xie Xisui responded lightly.

The person in front of him walked towards Lingxi, as if he wanted to help her back to the room to rest, but Lingxi stepped back inertially, and when she wanted to refuse, there was a voice in her ear before her:

"You all go down, there is no need to keep anyone in the courtyard."

"Yes, the disciple retire."

The rustling sounds around her gradually faded away, only she and Xie Xisui were left, Lingxi was in the dark, unable to see anything, and her hanging index finger moved slightly.

The greasy fingertips leaned over, lightly placed on Lingxi's wrist and said, "Let's go."

"Yes."

Lingxi walked in the direction guided by Xie Xisui, the wooden door was slowly pushed open with a "creaking" sound, stepped over the threshold, and then stopped suddenly.

Lingxi looked at her, the white cloth covered everything, she was clearly close at hand, but Lingxi could only distinguish her through the blurred figure.

The sound of the wind behind her, the smooth touch between her fingers, Lingxi lowered her head slightly, and the moment she was about to tear off the white cloth, the hand stretched out from it stopped her movement.

The fingertips landed on the back of the hand, and passed along the protruding blood vessels inch by inch, slowly and lightly. In the darkness, the facial features were magnified several times, as if there were thousands of slender feathers gliding across the skin.

"Small punishment and big commandment, don't take off the white cloth until the phantom poison is cured."

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