Chapter 232 You touch your ears, I’ll touch my hands
“The fourth sword...” Fang Geyu’s face gradually became serious, and his eyes were distant and cold.
The person who came was none other than Yun Rong, the fourth-ranked Xue Xue Sword of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Today she did not wear white clothes, but changed into a black and red sword robe, with a long sword wrapped in a strip of cloth on her back.
A long green silk hair is tied up with a hair crown of the same color. Between the hair crown and the band, there is a silver clan bell engraved with a sword emblem, which is ringing in the wind.
There are embroidered mountains and rivers, sun and moon, flaming clouds and flowing fire, and dark night unicorns on her lapels, which are exactly the costumes of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
For such an ethereal person, under this complicated and rigorous black and red sword outfit, his soft and beautiful face has a bit of compelling heroic spirit.
She was looking at Bai Lian with a half-smile, but her eyes were not directed at Fang Geyu at all, and she seemed to be very interested in him.
In other words, she was more interested in his earlobes.
Although Bai Lian had received some favors from her, after all, Yun Rong was not as good as one of her own like Fang Geyu.
After all, she still felt a little uncomfortable having her ears manipulated and played with like this.
So he smiled politely at Yun Rong and said, "Miss Yun Rong, can you let go of your hand, it's a little cold."
Although it was euphemistic. It’s rhetorical, but it’s also true.
Her fingertips were cold, as if she had come from far away from thousands of rivers and mountains, and had been blown cold by the wind and snow when she came with a sword.
"Really?" Yun Rong raised his eyebrows and chuckled, but actually took back his hand.
"I don't know..." Balian was about to ask her what happened.
Then the Fourth Sword Master put his fingers to his lips and took a few breaths of hot breath to warm his fingertips.
Then he touched it with a smile and pinched his earlobe persistently: "Isn't it cold now? Wow, I thought the bodies of corpse demons were all hard, but it turns out your earlobes are so soft. ."
Bailian: "..."
Fang Geyu: "..."
Seeing that the other earlobe of Bai Lian was gradually turning red, Fang Geyu raised his little eyebrows and knocked on the table: "Hey, Master Fourth Sword came here uninvited, isn't it just to play with your ears?" Right?"
Bailian also moved away from her finger and said seriously: "Men and women are not intimate."
Who knows that both of them underestimated the fourth sword. Thick skin.
Her fingers seemed to be glued to his ears. It was hard to tell how much force she used, but no matter how much Balian tried to hide, she could not break free.
She picked up a fried cake on the table very familiarly, bit into it carelessly, and said with a half-smile: "This is really strange, the little girl from Shifang City pinches you "Ear, you just sit upright and behave so well, but when you come to my place, you don't let me tease you?"
These words made Fang Geyu startled and couldn't help but glance at Bai Lian.
When she pinched him just now, he did not show any resistance and awkwardness as he did now, just as Yun Rong said.
Sit down solemnly and let her do whatever she wants, very well behaved.
This subtle difference in treatment...
Fang Geyu felt as if his heart had been stepped on by a furry cat's claw pad.
Soft.
Bailian was very speechless: "The girl has said teasing words, how can I let you continue."
Yunrong fried the half piece slowly Dad ate all the food and didn't mind at all that it was the leftovers from Fang Geyu's meal, and he didn't even have the dignity of the fourth sword.
After eating, he slowly rubbed the oil between his fingers on Balian's clothes, with a very friendly smile: "Don't be afraid, I just want to see your ears."
The fourth sword of Tianxi, Yun Rong.
He has a free and easy temperament, and is a rare free-spirited person in this world. He only loves one thing in his heart, and that is the sword. It is often this free and easy temper that truly makes people look up to them and look up to them with respect.
Fang Geyu looked at her with a friendly smile, but there was no fluctuation in those thick and colorful eyes. It was not heartless and careless, but a real indifference. want.
That look was like looking at some kind of interesting pet, half-smiling but not smiling.
Bailian's eyes moved, but he suddenly lowered his head, looking at the plain hands wiping oil stains between the clothes on his chest, his eyes suddenly darkened a little: "Miss Yunrong recognized me. The sword mark between the ears.”
Yun Rong smiled incredulously, lifted his chin with clean fingers, and brought his face to the window.
She narrowed her clear, clear eyes and stared at the red spot between his ears.
She tilted her head and said, "Interesting."
Bailian pursed her lips, turned her head to avoid her fingers, and glanced at her hand. On the way, he suddenly said: "Today I met someone."
The smile on Yun Rong's lips did not diminish: "Yes."
Balian said calmly: "That person planted the Tianxi Sword Seal for me."
Yunrong raised his eyebrows, his expression unchanged: "Huh?"
Bailian said: " Miss Yun Rong’s hand is just as beautiful as that person’s hand.”
This time, Yun Rong’s finger finally left his ear, and her little finger lightly touched his earlobe. Even his movements are exactly the same as that person's.
However, the man’s little finger left a sword mark on him.
But Yun Rong, with a slight hook of his little finger, collected the red cinnabar sword mark on his fingertip.
Looking at Balian with a smile: "The eyes are quite good."
Balian looked at the touch of red on the tip of her little finger, flowing like a liquid on the waterline , and then quickly ran into her cuffs, flowing along the white wrist.
The thin red line climbed up the white neck, and finally settled between her earlobes, like jade and porcelain dotted with cinnabar, bright red and beautiful.
She forcibly sealed the Soul-Splitting Sword Seal in her body.
Balian frowned slightly, wondering what she meant by this.
Yun Rong pinched his earlobe, leaned against the window, and said in a flat voice: "But you only met him once, and you remember the shape of that person's hand?"
Bailian He looked at her calmly and said seriously: "Those are a pair of hands suitable for practicing swordsmanship."
Yun Rong raised his eyebrows and smiled, but did not speak.
Bailian's eyes moved slightly, as if hesitating, but he finally said something abrupt: "Can I touch your hand?"
Fang Geyu knocked over the cup of pepper tea and looked at him speechlessly.
Yun Rong’s beautiful eyebrows slowly sank again.
For such a rude remark, she was surprisingly tolerant and generous. She was not angry, but instead had more interest and curiosity in her eyes.
"Well...it's because I teased you just now, so you want to tease me back?" she said.
Bailian neither admitted nor denied, but asked extremely persistently: "Is it okay?"
Fang Geyu rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Who are you trying to take advantage of? That's Yun Rong, one of the Thirteen Swordsmen of Tianxi!"
"Okay." Yun Rong Her answer was extremely forthright, and she generously extended her right hand to Putting it in Balian's hand, his dark eyes were extremely deep: "I'll touch you once, only once, so you have to touch it carefully, little corpse demon."
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