Snapped--!

Luo Ming fell back on the bed, staring at the sky-blue tent ceiling with lifeless eyes.

So, his first time was when he was raped by the traitor without any consciousness?

But why doesn't he have any impression or feeling at all?

"Master."

Jing Liuqing leaned down, her snow-white hair falling, revealing a touch of white ravines, her blood-red eyes looked at him seriously, and said word by word: "Disciple will be responsible for you."

You don't need to remind me of the fact that I lost my virginity.

Luo Ming sighed in his heart.

The look he gave Jing Liu became gentle and complicated: "No, it's all Master's fault, Jing Liu, you've suffered a lot in the past seven hundred years..."

"Master..."

Jingliu suddenly pursed his lips.

There seemed to be a gleam of water in those cold eyes, making her vision blurry.

The grievance of waiting for seven hundred years surfaced in my heart at this moment, and then disappeared with Luo Ming's apology.

She closed her eyes.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the tears that were about to burst out.

He turned around and walked straight out the door: "Master, breakfast is ready, I'll be waiting for you outside."

Close the door.

Jingliu looked at the boundless blue sky and let out a breath.

Then, without warning, he cursed in a low voice: "Damn Bai Heng."

It turns out that the man was unable to produce any response after falling asleep.

This method was simply not feasible and made her waste an opportunity. In the future, her master would definitely be on guard and she wouldn't be able to succeed as easily as today.

......

inside the room.

Luo Ming put on his clothes.

He lifted the quilt that was filled with the woman's body fragrance and took a look. There was no bleeding. He couldn't help feeling a little confused, as if something was strange.

"Forget it. No matter what, I owe it to Jingliu."

shook his head.

Luo Ming was about to get up and leave.

Suddenly he saw the piece of Jingliu's underwear beside him. When he was about to fold it and put it back on the bed, his hand paused and he put it under his nose and sniffed it for some unknown reason.

......

Walk out of the room.

Facing the bright and sunny sunshine, Luo Ming stretched himself lazily, feeling refreshed. It was obvious that he slept well last night.

She glanced at the person waiting at the door with a strange look in his eyes, a hint of blush on her cheeks.

Luo Ming smiled and said, "Let's go and have breakfast first."

Then he walked towards the hall first.

Take a few steps.

There were no footsteps following behind me.

But there was a chill like a thorn in my back.

Luo Ming's heart skipped a beat and he immediately turned around, extending his hand to Jing Liu with a smile.

Jingliu snorted.

But she still extended her silky hand and let Luo Ming hold her hand, and walked towards the hall together.

......

The meals were ordered from the restaurant.

Jingliu's hands can only hold a sword, so it is difficult to ask her to cook.

After breakfast.

Luo Ming glanced at Jing Liu, then naturally reached out his hand and wiped away the drop of white porridge that remained on the corner of her rosy lips.

I want to eat it, I mean porridge...

Cough slightly.

Luo Ming asked, "Jingliu, can you tell me what happened after the war seven hundred years ago?"

Jing Liu was silent.

She said nothing and turned away.

Just when Luo Ming was a little confused.

Jingliu returned to the hall, holding a thin notebook (diary) in his hand.

"See for yourself."

She closed her bloodshot eyes, her voice was tired, as if she didn't want to go back to the day when she lost everything.

"it is good."

Luo Ming took the notebook and flipped through it silently.

The above records start from seven hundred years ago. Each event is very brief, but one can clearly feel the pain the owner endured when writing it.

Half an hour later.

Luo Ming turned to the last page and finally understood everything.

Seven hundred years ago, after the Emperor's bow dropped its arrow of light, only one in ten of the Fengrao coalition forces survived. The lucky survivors were intercepted by the Yaoqing and Zhuming immortal boats that came to support them from the depths of the starry sea, and no one escaped.

Luo Ming could guess these by himself.

The moment the Emperor's bow dropped his sight, the fate of the Abundant Alliance was sealed.

Next.

Jing Liu collected the remaining flesh and blood from the previous times he was beheaded, and colluded with Dragon Lord Dan Feng, Craftsman Ying Xing, and Fox Flyer Bai Heng, and used the magic of dragon transformation in an attempt to revive him. As a result, a crazy evil dragon was born, which almost slaughtered people in Linyuan Realm.

Jingliu personally killed the evil dragon and completely fell into the body of evil, but because he did not cause the killing, he was sentenced to make meritorious contributions while serving his sentence, and his name was never allowed to be mentioned on the fairy boat forever.

Pilot Bai Heng voluntarily confessed his crime and was frozen deep in the prison.

Ying Xing, a short-lived craftsman, was suddenly blessed with immortality when the war began. His mind and memory became confused, and after using the magic of transforming into a dragon, he escaped from the fairy boat and disappeared.

Dragon Lord Dan Feng, whose flesh and blood were stained in the great battle, seemed to be possessed by the remnant of evil. He was willing to accept the punishment of losing his scales and being exiled in the cycle of reincarnation, never to set foot on the Luofu Immortal Boat again.

The last of the Five Clouds took over the position of General Luofu after Teng Xiao was killed in battle. He worked tirelessly to help Xianzhou recover from the impact of the war in the shortest possible time.

......

Close the notebook.

Luo Ming couldn't help but say in his heart, "After a while, Brother Diandao will be in front of Jing Yuan, and he will be like this: there are five people and four prices. Jing Yuan, you are not one of them!"

It's somehow funny.

But fortunately, they all survived.

After thinking for a while, Luo Ming looked at Jing Liu and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Bai Heng being frozen in the Prison of Hell is a form of protection, right?"

The freezing of the Immortal Boat is equivalent to hibernation.

Bai Heng is a fox-man with a maximum lifespan of 300 years. If she hadn't gone into hibernation, she would probably have become a pile of bones.

"Ah."

Jingliu nodded slightly.

Every few decades, her best friend Bai Heng would wake up and come out to accompany Jing Liu.

It was also because of her and the long sword left by Luo Ming that Jing Liu did not get completely lost and fall into madness during the seven hundred years of suffering.

Looking at Jingliu's face as cold as jade.

Luo Ming couldn't imagine how she could endure all this.

It is true that she is the most outstanding swordsman in Xianzhou.

But her first identity has always been a woman who is infatuated with her master but receives no response.

I'm really nothing.

"Mirror Flow..."

Luo Ming took a deep breath and felt that he should do something.

"follow me."

Jingliu stood up, covered himself with a black veil, and walked out of the mansion without looking back.

"Where is this going?"

Luo Ming was puzzled and followed obediently.

......

In the early morning, the busiest avenue in Luofu Fairy Boat was already crowded with people, and the sounds of various hawkers could be heard everywhere.

The two walked side by side.

The passers-by around took a few more glances at this handsome man and beautiful woman.

But it didn't attract much attention.

It is very different from the situation seven hundred years ago, when 'Jian Shou Jing Liu behaved intimately with a man, and countless young heroes in Luofu were heartbroken and cried out that they had lost their white moonlight forever'.

After asking carefully.

I just learned from Jingliu that the immortal boat still records various heroic stories from the catastrophe that happened hundreds of years ago.

However, the appearances of the four members of Jingliu had been completely erased after the "Sword Head Rebellion".

Luo Ming himself rarely appeared in public, and the portraits that remain of him have all been artistically processed, making it impossible to recognize him.

"fair enough."

Luo Ming smiled and nodded.

He reached out and quietly grasped Jing Liu's soft fingers, interlocking their fingers, like a loving couple leisurely strolling down the street.

The pressure in my heart also disappeared, and I asked with a smile: "Where are we going?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

Jingliu let him hold her hands tightly, but his voice was extremely calm.

Go some distance.

There is a relatively open area ahead.

Many people gathered together, seemingly watching some kind of performance. Through the gaps, a young girl's excited voice could be heard faintly: "Hi! Hey! My dear audience, have you ever seen a girl's chest break a rock?"

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