After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

The tip of the sword seemed to be flashing with starlight, and it fell into the weakest point of the young man's swordsmanship like a meteor.

The green blade pierced into the sword curtain, and the surrounding sword intent disappeared in an instant.

hum~

Accompanied by a splash of blood.

"Brother Rong!"

The girl screamed, and then Song Ming'an, with a cold and childish face, pointed his sword at the young man who was slumped on the ground.

Yu Fei’s face turned pale. She rushed between the two men regardless of everything and stabbed Song Ming’an in the chest with the sword in her hand.

A three-foot green peak was approaching him. Facing this sword that posed no threat at all, the young man pursed his lips tightly, his expression gloomy.

He stepped back a few steps, allowing the girl to block him.

Yu Fei saw that Rong Ge was no match for this young man, so she had no chance of defeating him. Seeing him retreat a few steps, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned around to face the young man.

He was seen holding his waist, and the blood had dyed his clothes dark red.

The girl helplessly reached out and pressed her hand on his wound, subconsciously trying to stop the bleeding. Her voice was slightly choked with sobs as she said, "Brother Rong, don't scare me. I'll get you some medicine right away."

Rong Ting smiled reluctantly, shook his head and said, "I'm fine, it's just a superficial wound."

After saying that, he looked at the young man with a gloomy expression a few steps away.

"You won this fight, but I will never hand my concubine over to you no matter what."

Song Mingan, who had expected this, remained calm and said softly, "With your swordsmanship, ordinary masters would not be your opponent at all. It's a pity that you met me."

"As a mortal, you have achieved this level. I am ashamed of myself. If I had met you in the past, I would have been very happy to meet you, a master of swordsmanship, and drink with you."

After saying that, he looked at the girl who was supporting the young man, and his eyes suddenly became gentle.

"But since it concerns Fei'er, I have to do this."

When Yu Fei heard him talking about herself and saw the way he looked at her, she felt a sense of absurdity in her heart, as if the two of them had met before.

But feeling the hot blood in her palm, the girl quickly put this unrealistic idea behind her and stared angrily at the boy in front of her who was not even as tall as her.

"Give up on yourself. I belong to Brother Rong'er! Even if I die, I will not leave Brother Rong'er's side!"

Looking at the girl with phoenix eyes, the childhood warmth in her eyes was gone, only bone-chilling coldness.

Sister Fei'er, you'd better wake up.

The young man looked at the two of them like a pair of mandarin ducks in distress, and now he has become the bad guy. But, I also wanted to save you.

Song Mingan hardened his heart, said no more, and rushed forward with the sword in his hand.

The young man's face changed drastically. He was about to raise his sword to block the attack, but the pain of the broken wound at his waist prevented him from moving. He said anxiously, "Fei'er, be careful!"

When Concubine Yu saw his action, she quickly raised the sword in her hand.

But suddenly I was startled by a flash of white light, accompanied by a crisp sound of ding.

The sword in her hand burst out with great force and broke free from her palm. The girl screamed in surprise, her eyes wide open. She watched the sword spinning and stuck in the ground beside her, the sword body trembling constantly.

Before she could react, she found that the boy had come to her. He stood on tiptoe and put his hand towards the girl's neck.

The girl felt a sudden pain and then lost consciousness, collapsing into his arms.

But because he was small, he could only carry the girl on his shoulders, which looked a little funny.

"Stop it!"

Seeing him treat his woman like this, Rong Ting was filled with anger, and regardless of his injuries, he stabbed the young man in the chest. This time, he stabbed with hatred and did not hold back at all.

Even as the long sword approached him, Song Ming'an remained calm. He was no match for him even when he was not injured, let alone when he lost his mind and made random movements, and was seriously injured.

bang~

A muffled sound sounded.

Rong Ting was kicked in the chest by him. The huge force made him fly backwards. He slid several meters and lay on the ground, fainting with blood spurting out of his mouth.

At this moment, Song Mingan felt as if he was a heretic who had separated a pair of lovers.

But feeling the warmth on his shoulders and the familiar fragrance in his nose, he suddenly felt that it was all worth it. He raised his hand to hold the girl's waist, stepped lightly over the broken fence, and ran away from the city.

Occasionally, passers-by saw him carrying a young girl along the way, and they were all surprised. Before they could step forward to ask, they saw him cross a distance of several meters in a few flashes, and his figure disappeared from sight in a moment.

Supported by the spiritual energy in his body, Song Mingan ran for nearly an hour. He slowed down his pace when he saw no one around.

All around me were trees that blocked out the sun, accompanied by the chirping of birds and insects, creating a quiet atmosphere.

The sky was high for several days but the humidity here was not dispelled, and the fallen leaves were filled with the smell of mud.

Gently leaning the girl's soft body against the tree, Song Mingan simply sat in front of Yu Fei and carefully looked at every detail of the girl. The increasingly blurred memory became clearer, and the scene in the dream was actually in front of him.

He reached out his hand hesitantly and grabbed Yu Fei's hand.

My not-so-white hands looked even darker against her jade-like skin. I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my appearance when I was younger, but when I thought about myself now that I had grown up, I gained some confidence.

The girl's eyes were trembling at this moment, and she was about to wake up.

Song Mingan couldn't help but clench his fists, not realizing that his palms were covered with sweat. Even when he joined the sect and passed the test of conscience, he was not as nervous as he was now.

Yu Fei slowly opened her eyes and saw a vast expanse of green before her eyes.

It took him a blink to make out his surroundings, but before he could take a closer look, he was suddenly shocked to find someone in front of him staring at him.

"what!"

When she saw who this person was, the girl couldn't help but exclaim, and a strong hatred and a little fear appeared in her bright eyes.

Feeling that her hand was held by him, Yu Fei suddenly pulled her hand out and reached for the long sword at her waist, but the weapon had already been thrown into the yard.

The unarmed Yu Fei did not hesitate. She picked up a piece of gravel and threw it at the young man in front of her.

Song Ming'an quickly reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist. He applied some force and heard her scream in pain. The stone in her palm fell to the ground.

"Fei'er! Don't you remember me?"

Song Mingan's eyes widened and he stared at the girl in front of him.

"Don't call me Fei'er!"

The girl wanted to pull her wrist back, but he held her tightly, and she couldn't move. The fear in her eyes became stronger. But her hatred for the boy who hurt her benefactor was not reduced at all.

"My husband is the top scorer in the provincial examination! If you hurt him, the government will not forgive you! If you are willing to send me back, I will ask the government for mercy."

The boy didn't care at all when hearing the girl's threats. But when he heard her call the young man "husband", his young face twisted slightly, and his heart was filled with jealousy and hatred.

Song Mingan took a few deep breaths to suppress the feeling of depression, and said in a firm voice: "I advise you to forget him. You are not the same kind of person as him."

The girl couldn't help but sneer when she heard this: "Oh, he is not the same kind of person as my husband, could it be that he is the same kind of person as you, a little brat?"