forced to fall in love

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Lingxi closed her eyes slightly, and the moment the hand in front of her was about to touch the corner of her shoulder, the scabbard "clanged" and shone with a cold light of the sharp blade.

Under the silver crescent moon, the light from the sword surface shone on the back of Ruan Xuan's hand hanging in the air. Her smile was still on her face, but she retracted her fingers, "Okay."

"Master Mingjian, I don't know her."

The unsheathed sword light separated the distance between the two, and Lingxi responded to Xie Xisui's voice in a low voice.

There seemed to be a momentary pause in his mind, but the light between his brows flickered suddenly.

"Is this the storyteller woman you said you met on the way?"

"Yes."

The spiritual power was decomposed into slender silk threads, which extended from the inside to the outside, swaying like new shoots, and when the tips of the shoots were about to touch the woman, they stopped again and leaned back upright.

Lingxi sensed the warmth of his body, but failed to get a response from Xie Xisui and shouted again: "Master?"

The spiritual power was withdrawn in an instant, and Xie Xisui responded lightly, "En."

"What's wrong?"

"There's something rotten about her."

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Lingxi took Tong Ningyun and Qin Tang back to the inn to rest. One of them was unconscious and the other lost consciousness as soon as Lingxi pushed the door open.

For the convenience of taking care of them, Lingxi simply put them in the same room, Tong Ningyun lay on the bed, and Qin Tang lay on the floor adjacent to her.

Lingxi Shi and the middle finger are close together, and the fingertips are suspended in the air to swipe, and a protective barrier will fall down in an instant to surround the two.

She closed the door and went out, and immediately a waiter came up to her with hot water, "Guest officer, the hot water you ordered is ready."

Lingxi nodded slightly, took it from his hand, and went straight back to the room.

A whole bucket of hot water was poured in, misty water vapor covered his eyes, Lingxi took off his coat, and entered with only a plain underwear.

The temperature of the hot water assisted the Xie Sui's sword intent inside, and with just a slight actuation, a force of energy shuttled through the meridians and blood vessels, and the golden halo was released quietly.

Lingxi closed her eyes heavily, as if she had returned to that night in the darkness.

It was extremely rare for Chuanzejian to have heavy snow on the first night of early winter that night. The steeper and steeper side of the cliff of Chuanzejian will naturally form when the snow thickness reaches a certain level and there is no interference from spiritual power nearby. A small piece of silver light stone.

The silver light stone is warm and delicate in the palm of your hand, it will sweep away the excess coolness, and turn it into a heat source, and it will emit a silvery light like the moonlight at night.

Lingxi has wanted this silver light stone for a long time, and wants to give it to Xie Xisui.

The snowflakes flying all over the sky that night covered the Fuping Palace in white, and it was pitch black all around. In an instant, Lingxi came out with a sword, wearing only single clothes, and fell a certain distance from the top of the cliff, walking up.

At the top of the cliff, she was tied around her waist with a hemp rope, and the ancient tree branches tied behind her were reinforced, and she slowly jumped down the cliff.

Lingxi would come here to check every few days every winter. Over time, climbing up and down the cliff became a compulsory homework for her, and she became more and more proficient.

She was wearing single clothes on the edge of the cliff, the cold wind in the Chuanze River blew by, and it seemed that a small knife was sharply scratched on her cheek. , finally touched the warmth inside.

"Master."

The person in front of her called softly, she changed into white clothes, lowered her head, and held the small piece of silver light stone with both hands, there was even a thin hole cracked by the cold between her invisible fingers.

Lingxi has no entity, like a bystander, lightly landed beside the two of them in the dream, and the light from the oblique angle suddenly shone down, Lingxi couldn't see it clearly.

The dream continued to go back, but the scene changed, changing from herself to Xie Xisui.

At nightfall, the light fragrance slowly wafting from the window made the people lying on the bed relax a bit.

Xie Xisui slowly pushed the door open and walked in, standing beside Lingxi's bed and looking at her under the soft moonlight.

After a while, the fingertips protruding from the sleeves gently fell down, caressing between her slightly wrinkled brows.

The remaining warmth of the fingertips stimulated the light fragrance of Ahanya, and the tip of the nose of the sleeping person moved.

Xie Xisui bent over and sat on the side of the couch, took out a small box of ointment from his sleeve robe, lightly held Lingxi's hand resting on the quilt as if sighing, dipped the milky white ointment on his clean fingertips, and smeared it on Lingxi The open wound.

Xie Xisui carefully applied the medicine to Lingxi, with his palm slightly open, the silver light stone that Lingxi carefully gave her during the day reappeared in his palm, the difference is that with the promotion of Xie Xisui's spiritual power, the silver color became deeper and the heat It also changes temperature with the color.

The scalding silver light stone spread to Lingxi bit by bit through Xie Xisui's hand, and the person lying on the bed almost subconsciously grasped the heat source, and murmured: "Master."

The corners of Xie Xisui's lips were slightly bent, and he smiled slightly as if helpless, and replied very softly: "Well, I'm here."

The erratic figure outside the dream suddenly stopped moving. It was clearly just three simple words, but it looked like a stone falling on the surface of the water, breaking the calm and sinking into the boundless and bottomless abyss.

Lingxi finally understood why the cracks on her hands healed up the next day.

The picture turned again, Xie Xisui had already left her room, the candles in the hall were flickering at night, and the silver light stone was hanging in the air, Xie Xisui sat behind the desk and looked at it, not knowing what he was thinking.

The cold wind sneaked in through the cracks in the window eaves, seeming to pick up her hair. After a while, she seemed to have made a decision, and her palm brushed against the side of the silver stone.

Consonance outside the dream sees the strokes and strokes that gradually emerge on it through the luxuriant light.

"age"

Lingxi looked at the light, lost her mind in vain, the words were very simple, even she had been reading the words in her heart all the time, and she would never give up the forgotten words no matter what.

It is like an ancient tree that has been lingering for many years, with towering branches and leaves, and intricate root systems, but it has deeply penetrated into the earth.

The golden light in her eyes expanded in vain, occupying Lingxi's line of sight bit by bit. At the last moment, Lingxi saw the silver light stone returning to her palm, and then quietly disappeared the characters, rubbing her delicate fingertips, and there was a faint rustling sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Lingxi sighed suddenly, "Don't take such a risk next time."

Faintly with the familiar coldness, the voice is still a little hoarse.

Lingxi suddenly woke up from the chaotic state, "Master?"

"Well, how are you feeling now?"

Unknowingly stretching the bent fingers submerged in the water, Lingxi felt that the pain in his body was being gradually dispelled by the oncoming heat.

"It's a little hot, but I don't feel any pain anymore."

"En." When the surroundings became quiet, Xie Xisui paused for a while before saying, "I will heal your wounds with the sword intent, and when the spiritual consciousness touches, our memories will overlap."

There was a thin layer of calluses on the knuckles of the thumb. When rubbing it between the fingers, Lingxi seemed to feel the touch of the crack again.

But what is more obvious is the touch of Xie Xisui's slightly cool fingertips on her palm after taking the silver light stone from her hand.

That breath of consonance felt even stronger, even the heart was beating for her, and couldn't be separated for a moment.

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The author has something to say:

Long time no see. Is it a bit late to say Happy New Year on the sixth day of the lunar new year?

I will definitely not abandon this book. In fact, I feel more attentive to this book than before, but because I haven’t written it before, I think more about it and think more, so I am slower.

This year's new wish is to work hard to overcome Calvin and finish this book!

Thank you again for your support.