Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

When they set out, they rode on the same sword again.

Huaihui's sword was originally extremely reluctant. It was bad enough that he was forced to carry someone to fly once yesterday, but why was it more than once?

It would take at least two days to get back to the sect, and that meant I had to tolerate others stepping on me for two days.

The sword was unwilling. It floated lightly on the ground with the blade upright, expressing its reluctance.

Since Shao Yue was injured because of him, Huaihui decided to take better care of her, even if she came to the sect. How could he tolerate him bullying her with his sword now?

"Xi Tong."

Huaihui called out the name of his sword in a calm tone.

Xitong is a green-bladed sword, his natal sword, which can sense the emotions of its master.

Now, it can feel that its master is brewing anger, which is very dangerous.

But it had always been loved and cherished by its master in the past, and now it had some rebellious thoughts and still pointed the sword at the two men.

"very good."

Huaihui smiled very gently, raised his hand, and the sword returned to his hand.

Next, the owner who loved and cherished it convinced the sword with "reason" and severely "criticized" Xitong, so that it would correct its mistakes.

Xitong floated obediently to Shaoyue's feet, and even controlled the distance to the ground very well, for fear that it would be difficult for others to come up.

It doesn’t matter. I belong to the master anyway, so I just need to follow his wishes. Since he is willing for others to be contaminated by his sword, Xitong has no objection.

Xitong was used to it, but Shaoyue was not used to flying in the sky when she stepped on the sword.

The last time it happened was too sudden, the flying speed was very fast, and the distance was not long, so Shao Yue was able to remain calm.

Now she had just stood up with the help of Huaihui's arm. As soon as Xitong started flying, Shaoyue felt dizzy and just wanted to close her eyes.

The journey was too long, and I would feel scared if I kept my eyes closed without her support.

Huaihui's perception was quite sharp. He lowered his head and saw Shaoyue clutching his arms and clothes tightly with both hands.

Her eyelashes trembled constantly and her lips were bitten white, making it easy for people to see her fragility and fear that she could not hide.

This is somewhat unusual.

Although he had not spent much time with Shao Yue, Huaihui could see that she was not the kind of person who needed to rely on others.

Losing both parents and being a girl are both difficult challenges for survival.

Even with the emergence of ascetics, the world has become less restrictive towards girls.

After all, there are few monks, and in ordinary families, as a girl, life is more difficult than that of a man.

However, Shao Yue was able to live well and was willing to get into the bridal sedan on behalf of Miss Wang and almost face the monster head-on, which was enough to show her courage and tenacity.

Now that it's feeling scared because it's flying too high, it makes people feel a little pity for it.

Knowing Shao Yue's personality, Huaihui did not avoid her as he did other women.

Huaihui pulled Shaoyue's hands off his arms and clothes. Shaoyue pinched her fingers into the soft flesh of her palms in disappointment and fear.

The next moment, all the negative emotions disappeared.

Huaihui wrapped her loosened hands around his waist. His waist was slender and strong, bound by the black belt with gold patterns. Wrapping his hands around it felt like hugging a solid pillar, without having to worry about the guilty panic of not being able to touch solid ground.

Shao Yue pressed her face against his chest. The sound of the man's heartbeat was steady, making people feel more at ease.

In this way, the two of them came here in this hugging position all the way.

When they occasionally took a break and had a meal, they would keep silent about what happened on the flying sword, and would even deliberately act distant because of the intimacy that went beyond the limit.

The performance can follow the owner's ideas, but the subconscious mind will not lie.

Huaihui was used to Shaoyue's casual affectionate gestures. Sometimes when he stood on the flying sword again after a rest, he would take the initiative to reach out and adjust their positions, letting her hug him tighter to prevent Shaoyue from accidentally seeing him and causing her legs to weaken from being so high in the air.

Xitong had followed her master to countless places, flying at an extremely fast speed. In less than two days, Huaihui saw a huge plaque with the words "Lingjian Sect" written on it.

"Don't worry, Miss Shao Yue. I have already sent a letter to Master and several senior officials by carrier pigeon. I'm sure your injury will be fine."

The letter was written in a hurry, so Huaihui did not directly state the specific situation. He roughly said that a friend of his was injured by himself and he was unable to recover, so he asked several elders to help.

The headmaster took the letter from his beloved disciple very seriously, and after knowing the exact time of his return, he summoned several elders to wait in the main hall early.

Liao Ke'er is the only daughter of the sect leader. She knew the news very early. In order to see her senior brother earlier, she waited at the sect entrance very early.

Ji Xuanhe also followed to the door.

"I'm back, I'm back. That must be Senior Brother's Xitong."

When Liao Ke'er saw the long sword and the figure on the sword flying towards her, she excitedly ran forward a few steps.

But when the sword fell to the ground and the people on the sword were all in sight, Liao Ke'er closed her smiling mouth.

Huaihui was not the only one on the sword. A beautiful woman in green stood behind him, her hands tightly holding the waist of the person she loved.

The posture was so intimate that she became red-eyed.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Liao Ke'er was silent for a long time and wanted to say something to her senior brother, but suddenly she remembered an extremely important thing that had just been overlooked - the woman came to Lingjian Sect on Xitong.

Outsiders may not know, but all disciples of the Lingjian Sect know a tacit rule.

One's natal sword is extremely precious and one is not allowed to share it with anyone except one's very close friends.

If my senior brother is arrogant and does not attach as much importance to following the sect's rules as other disciples, why have I, as his only junior sister, never even touched the sword, let alone ride on it?

Liao Ke'er was so angry at the situation that her eyes turned red. She was clearly looking forward to Huaihui's return before he came back, but now she was so angry that she turned around and ran away.

Ji Xuanhe was also greeting people at the door. Seeing his junior sister crying in the wind, he felt a little sorry for her and wanted to chase after her to comfort her, but was stopped.

"Master Ji."

"you are?"

Ji Xuanhe turned his head, his face full of confusion.

The girl in front of me is very beautiful, and her beauty is very memorable. If I had seen her before, I would have been impressed.

"It's me, Shaoyue. We met in Dashan Village. Oh, you probably don't know the name of our village."

Shao Yue introduced herself to him with surprise, but later on she felt a little embarrassed and mentioned other memories that left a deeper impression.

"Tiger demon, jade token. Master Ji, you told me at that time that I could find you with the jade token."

When mentioning the tiger monster, Ji Xuanhe thought of Shao Yue, which happened not long ago.

His eyes were amazed, and his tone was also surprised.

"Miss Shao, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay? I didn't expect you would come to see me."