[Sword Three] Why do you want to cut milk if you can output?

Fufeng was dreaming, she knew it.

Because she saw Qianyue Crane who swore to her forever and expressed his love with sweet words-a man who should never appear in front of her again, and never have an intersection with him again.

No one knows more panicked than her that Qianyue Crane's love for her is only superficial, just the possession of beauty.The truth of his flirting is nothing but cowardice and incompetence—why is she so clear about it?

Because many years ago, she naively told him her identity as the saint of the Red Clothes Church, thinking that he would let go of his glory and wealth and other beauties, and only fly away with her.

The results of it?

Qianyuehe used the excuse of family affairs to get stuck, so she washed Meizhuang with blood except for Qianyuehe, and then set fire to Meizhuang.But what he got was his terrified begging for mercy and a sentence of not daring to climb high.

At that time, Fufeng realized how cowardly and cowardly this man whom she had endowed with true love was.

It was also after that that Fufeng gave up on men, thinking that men in the world are generally dirty.

But Fufeng was also very terrified, just like now.

As her dream progresses, Fufeng sees what she fears most.

"Fufeng, you really let the religion down." It was Lord Assassin.

Master Assassin knows—he knows that she is not a pure body!

"Master Assassin, no, that's not the case... Please, please forgive me this time..."

As Master Assassin's stunning face of disappointment disappeared, Fufeng's eyes were tinged with fire.

It is burning.

The fire spread in the dream, obviously it was just a dream, but because of guilt and panic, Fufeng seemed to feel the real burning.

It has been several years since Fufeng destroyed Meizhuang and let Qianyuehe go, but when she returned to Hongyi Sect, she was terrified every day.Because she knew her momentary mistake, if Assassin knew it, she would definitely not let her go.

Just like she dreamed.

If Lord Assassin found out, she would end up in a worse end than Huan Qing, just like in her dream.

Of course, this was just a dream, but Fufeng was still terrified as always.Even in order to alleviate this fear, she became sensitive and nervous, and even tried to atone for her sins by killing more heretics, so she frantically abducted those men with word-of-mouth rumors in the rivers and lakes, and brought them back to Islam. Severe torture, but don't let them die.

She will also pick up the bones of the men she captured—these bones are the bones left by the men fighting for food with the crocodiles when they are starving—and pile these bones together, trying to use them to build her imagination. in the house.

As if that would make up for her past that violated the doctrine.

There is no doubt that Fufeng, who is afraid of his secret being exposed, is like a madman.

But today's dream seems to be a bit wrong.

Fufeng was burned at the stake in her dream, which should have been extremely painful, but she suddenly felt the coolness that did not belong to the flame in the darkness.

The illusory feeling brought by the dream is intertwined with the vaguely perceived strangeness of reality, which makes Fufeng, who was originally in chaos, completely awake because of the vigilance of the martial arts practitioners.

"who?!"

Her voice was almost sharp, and her body's subconscious defensive reaction made her pull out the knife beside her pillow, and reached out to touch the intruder's vitals.

"Holy Maiden Fufeng, it's me, Qiuyao."

The intruder opened his mouth, his voice was gentle and in stark contrast to Fufeng.

Fufeng opened her eyes because of this unfamiliar voice, and the night couldn't completely block her sight, so she noticed that she hadn't gotten up from the bed, and that the back of the other's hand was on her forehead.

This kind of action was too intimate, so Fufeng frowned unconsciously, but the coolness coming from the back of the opponent's hand was very comfortable, which made her a little confused for a while.

The other party naturally noticed her frown, but Fufeng only heard the other party's low smile, and did not let go of her hand.

"Saint Qiuyao, why did you trespass on my bedroom at this hour?" Fufeng paused, and finally let the other party overstep, but before she gave a reasonable explanation, Fufeng would not attack her The sharp blade on the chest was lowered.

"I just passed by by chance, and I heard some panicked murmurs in the room of Fufeng Saintess outside, so I took the liberty to barge in."

"Lao Qiuyao Saintess is bothering you, I just dreamed about some past events." Fufeng brushed past her dream lightly, and put down the weapon in his hand.

But after she did this, Qiuyao still didn't remove the hand on her forehead.

"...Saint Qiuyao, what's the purpose of such an action?" Thinking of Qiuyao's strength, Fu Feng silently gave up the option of using force, and asked the other party's intention calmly.

"It's not that I don't believe in the Holy Maiden of Qiuyao... It's just that such a gesture is not safe for us."

"The Holy Maiden of Fufeng really didn't notice." Before Fufeng could think up his words, he heard Qiuyao's words with a slight smile, "Don't you feel that your body temperature is too high and your mind is groggy?"

"Huh...?" After saying this, Fufeng noticed belatedly that after she woke up, the sexiness in the dream still hadn't faded away.

"Looks like I have a fever." Qiu Yao easily concluded, and moved her hand away as Fu Feng wanted.Without that trace of coolness, Fufeng felt that her consciousness was burning more and more vaguely, even her exhaled breath had the highest temperature, "The disciples who serve the Holy Maiden of Fufeng are all asleep at this point, but at this temperature... don't drink medicine It still won't work."

"Wake them up." Fufeng didn't think too much about it. As a saint, she has a lot of rights, but she didn't take it seriously just to wake up the resting red-clothed disciples.What's more, she is in charge of the diet and daily life of the people in the sect—as for the feelings of the people who are awakened?What does that have to do with her!

"It's better not to disturb people's dreams." Qiu Yao denied her approach, "It happens that I know some medicine, so leave this to me."

"Saint Qiuyao, you and I are both saintesses, so why bother you with such a trivial matter?"

"No trouble, we are all sisters, so why not be polite."

Fufeng couldn't understand Qiuyao's intentions, what she knew about Qiuyao was just the hearsay that she was the new saintess praised by Lord Assassin, and her force was better than An Yu.

Next, is tonight's chance encounter.

Fufeng felt that Qiuyao's remarks were very strange and full of doubts.At least if it was Fufeng herself, she would never trespass into the bedroom of other saintesses just because of any movement.

But... She didn't feel Qiuyao's malice either.Rather, because of the illness she contracted at an unknown time, Qiuyao's appearance seemed just right and suitable for her.

The boiled soup was delivered to Fufeng very quickly, and Fufeng drank it naturally, not worried that Qiuyao would be poisoned.

It's just that she couldn't help frowning after drinking it, and she didn't know if it was the pain of the medicine, or she was simply puzzled.

"What exactly is Qiuyao Saintess asking for?"

Fufeng thought that it was Qiuyao who asked her for something, that's why she flattered her—the Holy Affairs Gate was in charge of the daily life of the congregation, and naturally also managed some of the treasures of the leader Assassin. Take away one or two treasures, but she refuses without exception.

She felt that Qiuyao took care of her and curry favor with her for this reason.

"Why would the Holy Maiden of Fufeng think so?" Immediately guessing what Fufeng was thinking, Qiuyao lit a candle beside her, and let Fufeng see the surprise on her face at the moment, "What am I missing, as I said, What happened today was just a coincidence, as for taking care of the Holy Maiden of Fufeng... that was only out of the affection of the Holy Maiden."

As if seeing Fufeng's questioning, Qiu Yao put the candle on the table and sat by the table herself.

"I have nothing else to ask for—is it really strange to hear that?" Qiu Yao tilted her head helplessly, "But when I heard the voice of Fufeng Maiden falling into a nightmare, I couldn't pretend that I didn't hear it Leave the same, not to mention that you found your fever symptoms later."

Qiuyao said to herself without waiting for her response, "Okay then, can I make a small request to Fufeng Maiden?"

Sure enough, thinking in his heart, Fufeng lowered his eyes.

"What request?" Obviously, the effect of the medicine had not yet taken effect, and she was still in the flames, but her heart was chilled by disappointment.Even so, Fufeng could still calmly ask the other party.

"Then—I hope that Fufeng Maiden can treat me as a real sister, not an ordinary saint of the same level."

These words made Fufeng almost lose his expression, and immediately raised his eyes to look at Qiuyao.

——Qiu Yao's face is as soft as words, with a smile.

This made Fufeng curl up his hands beside his side, not knowing what to say or how to react.

In the Red Clothes Sect, there are not many intersections between the saintesses, let alone who they have a good relationship with... They are the most loyal subordinates of Lord Assassin, and they cannot have two hearts, and they are not allowed to have any, so except They neglected everything about themselves—ah, Tanxue was considered an outlier, but because she never made mistakes, Master Assassin tolerated her occasional "willfulness".

So now, hearing Qiuyao suddenly say that she wants to make friends with her, Fufeng feels a little inconceivable.

But for some reason, Fufeng didn't dislike Qiuyao's "request".

——Probably because the bowl of medicine was too hot, so at this moment, her heart was as hot as being poured.

It's like a "dead" heart that "lives" again.

"……it is good."

Because of this freshness, Fufeng subconsciously nodded in agreement with Qiuyao's request.

"That would be great." Seeing her promise, Qiuyao showed a bright smile again, "From now on, I will call you Fufeng directly, and you can also call me Qiuyao directly."

"……Um."

"Fufeng." Qiu Yao got up and came to her side, hugged her as if to comfort her, and patted her on the back lightly, "I'm right here, so—"

Fufeng wanted to struggle instinctively, but her resistance disappeared in Qiuyao's next words.

"—Don't be afraid of nightmares, sleep peacefully."

The warmth at that moment made Fufeng fall asleep obediently and peacefully.

A night without dreams.

The author has something to say:

Well, this chapter is about the heroine from Fufeng's perspective, the kind with its own filter, although it is not CP, it is still a spoonful of sugar.

Q: Why does the heroine go to Fufeng's bedroom in the middle of the night?

A: Because she found that Fufeng would have nightmares at night.

Q: Fufeng was attacked by the heroine?

A: Half and half, but I definitely have a better feeling for the heroine than other saints.One is that the heroine is the first person who treats her well "without purpose" in these years, and the other is that people are the most vulnerable when they are sick (the same is true psychologically), so they are easy to be favored.

[small theater]

Fufeng: I didn't expect to meet someone who was purely kind to me in the Red Clothes School...

Heroine: We are both girls, we must take good care of them!

Fufeng: What should I do? I'm a little touched... I heard that she and Tanxue are very close, or else I would find a chance to ask Tanxue to see what Qiuyao likes, and even give her a thank you gift for taking care of me... Ah, no, suddenly a little Jealous of Tan Xue.

Hostess: Who said that Tanxue and I are intimate! ?I'm the person involved, why don't I know!That's obviously a conspiracy to hinder each other!

Fufeng: Sure enough, all men are heartless, and only women understand women.

Hostess: ...Wait a minute, let me tell you first, although I like to see beautiful young ladies, I don't follow the lily line!

Author Sang: Indeed, if the male protagonists want to rob women with women, it would be too miserable.

Male protagonists: Aren't we miserable now? ? ?