I fought with Bai Yueguang's sword

41.

The sword was on the table, and the candle was beside it.

Lights flicker in the night.

Jian Rarely is interested in appreciating Heng Yaoguang's peerless face.

Jian couldn't help thinking.

Qing Ben is a beautiful woman, but she is perverted.

42.

Ji Mengshi temporarily handed the sword to Heng Yaoguang.

He believed the eyes of the person in front of him who did not seem to be fake, and he also believed in Heng Yaoguang's sincerity.

Sword's refusal made no sense.

Jimengshi couldn't hear it.

The sword could only be handed over to Heng Yaoguang with tears in his eyes.

Heng Yaoguang's hands are really flawless.

Not like an ordinary swordsman, not like an ordinary swordsman.

His hands are as white as jade, shining brightly.

If you paint with a brush, it must be beautiful.

But if he holds a sword, it makes people think for no reason that there is nothing in the world that is more suitable for holding a sword than these hands.

43.

Heng Yaoguang's guest room was full of candlelight.

He sat at the table, as if he was looking at the sword, but he didn't seem to have looked at it.

Swords are boring.

Jian was drowsy.

Jian muttered: "Ji Mengshi, you are a fool, Ji Mengshi, you are a fool."

After muttering, Jian was heartbroken again, hating iron for being weak: "How did he live to such an age? Fortunately, he met me."

Paused.

Jian suddenly felt very emotional: "Fortunately, Heng Yaoguang is not a sword, otherwise Ji Mengshi is finished."

Heng Yaoguang, who was sitting at the table, suddenly let out an inconspicuous laugh.

sword:?

44.

Jian had never seen such a situation.

It laments the hardships of Jiansheng, and worries about how bumpy Ji Mengshi's future might be.

There was an inexplicable chuckle in his ear.

It raised its eyes in a trance.

Heng Yaoguang's eyes seemed to be on it.

Jian sneered at first, and wanted to seduce Ben Shenjian?

The sword was dull again, and he yawned.

and many more.

Sword's yawn stopped.

It was shocked, and it opened its mouth wide to look at Heng Yaoguang.

Those eyes, soaked in mortal rippling, were really looking at it without blinking.

Not looking at the beautiful and gorgeous sheath.

It is the eyes that are looking at it.

45.

Jian murmured: "Can you see me?"

Heng Yaoguang didn't answer it.

Jian pouted.

It turned out to be its illusion.

It knows that no one in this world can see or hear it except those who make a contract with it.

It is very lonely.

The surrounding sword cultivators never stayed near Heng Yaoguang for too long.

When they saw Heng Yaoguang, it was like seeing an insurmountable mountain.

Even though this mountain no longer uses swords.

46.

Jian was somewhat disappointed.

In vain it thought that Heng Yaoguang was different from the sword cultivators outside.

Jian thought again.

Heng Yaoguang is actually really different from them.

He is a white lotus.

It's still the kind of white lotus who always framed herself.

Jian didn't like him.

Jian wanted to leave.

The sword stood up from the table, and with a touch of its foot, it hung slightly in the air, revealing its gorgeous scabbard.

Under the candlelight, it seems to have a bright streamer.

At this time, Heng Yaoguang said: "I have asked Brother Ji to set up the barrier in advance, if you are willing to let him get hurt—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the sword lay down again.

It thought bitterly.

As expected of you, Dengtuzi, Bailianhua, smelly rascal.

A dignified sword cultivator has such a complicated heart!

The sword split on the spot.

It will die with the white lotus.

And it deliberately made a loud noise when it split.

It fully thought that it would make Heng Yao's beautiful face lose color.

Heng Yaoguang only stretched out his index finger and pressed it on its scabbard.

Jian felt offended.

It cursed: "Stinky rascal! Who allowed you to touch me! Last time you—"

"Haven't you touched enough yet?" Heng Yaoguang thoughtfully helped him finish the rest of the sentence.

47.

Jian was shocked, and Jian was at a loss.The sword was lying on the table, and Heng Yaoguang took off the scabbard again.

And it has lost the reason to yell.

It is full of thoughts, what is the situation.

Who was talking to it just now.

Is it really Heng Yaoguang?

Jian doubted his ears, and Jian doubted his eyes, and finally Jian thought: I am probably crazy.

Until Heng Yaoguang's voice sounded above its head.

Heng Yaoguang said: "I have been able to talk to all swords in the world since I was a child. Even if it is still in the forging furnace, it is still in the hands of the blacksmith."

Jian felt insulted.

Jian continued to scold him: "What do you know! This Excalibur is a peerless Excalibur made by nature! From scratch, it is all transformed by the essence of the sun and moon aura!"

Heng Yao understood clearly: "So that's how it is."

Jian hummed and smiled.

Jian asked: "Are you afraid?"

"Why am I afraid?"

"I will remember everything you did to me! If you offend me, you are finished!" Jian said harshly.

The handsome beauty in front of her nodded slightly.

Heng Yaoguang asked: "What did I do to you?"

sword:?

Jian was shocked: "Stinky rascal! You wouldn't do this to all swords, would you? Are you still a human? You're a beast!"

"It's a prejudice against me."

Jian thought, this is not a prejudice, it is clearly a fact.

Jian also argued with reason: "Then what do you mean by asking me?"

Heng Yaoguang tilted his head and smiled.

He is not like a teenager, he is arrogant and dazzling, not like a young man, he is mature and stable, with a unique style.

He is like the snow on the pine, the morning dew on the leaves, the clouds flowing in the sky, and the high moon at night.

In the world of mortals, but not in the world of mortals.

48.

Heng Yaoguang said: "Of course I don't remember what I did to Chen Yin Shenjian."

His tone is soft, but the ending is as low as the sound of a piano.

When he uttered the words Chen Yin Shenjian, there was an indescribable temptation.

Jian froze.

Jian stammered: "You, how could you, no, remember?"

Heng Yaoguang also frowned in distress.

He said: "Who made me have such a bad memory."

Jian didn't expect it.

There are people with such poor memory in this world!

Jian immediately complained to him about how his actions made Jian angry!

Jian Xian said: "You stripped my clothes! You even touched me!"

Heng Yaoguang responded in a low voice, he smiled lightly, but his mouth was full of seriousness: "Where did you touch it?"

"My face, and my lock—"

"Clavicle." Heng Yaoguang thoughtfully connected again.

Jian said angrily: "Do you need to remind me?!"

Jian continued to accuse: "You, you just let it go if you touched me, but you actually planted me and scratched you, causing you to blame me all the time, doesn't your conscience ache?"

After Heng Yaoguang listened, her tone became softer: "It's my fault."

Jian snorted and laughed: "You admit it when you say it. Then have you figured out how to make amends?"

Heng Yaoguang replied: "I have nothing beside me, only this body and skin."

He seemed to think about it seriously for a moment.

He also continued to answer very calmly: "If you make an apology, you can only wrong the Excalibur to touch me."

Jian subconsciously provocatively said: "The Excalibur has to see if you are qualified first."

49.

This is what happened.

The sword is on the table, the candle lamp is beside it, and it is lying down, waiting for Heng Yaoguang to return after bathing.

Jian couldn't help thinking.

What's going on, what's going on, who am I, where am I.Why should I promise him.

Unfortunately no one can answer.

The sword can only wait on the table.

After Heng Yaoguang finished bathing, she sat at the table again with her skirts open.

Every inch of his outline glowed under the light of the lights.

Like the stars like the moon, like the dim light, like the morning fog in the mountains, people can't see clearly, and it seems that every inch of the scenery is engraved in my heart.

There is still some moisture on Heng Yaoguang's hair.

His eyelash feathers are very long, with sporadic drops of water hanging on them, gradually turning into mist in the streamer of his eyes.

The drops of water on the side of his cheeks fell, gently slid over his Adam's apple, and rolled down again.

Water drops brushed against Heng Yaoguang's collarbone.

It was silent, but it seemed to stir up monstrous waves in the silent room.

Jian first thought, Oops, this Deng Tuzi is a bit good-looking.

Jian was disdainful again, hum, I would never be seduced by such a beauty.

Jian straightened his chest and raised his head, trying to stand up.

Then it realized that its legs were weakened by Heng Yaoguang's beauty.

Jian: ... (expletive)

The author says:

Jian: ... who do you want to seduce, do you think you can seduce me!I am Excalibur!I am different from other swords!

Heng Yaoguang: Oh.

Jian: What do you mean?

Heng Yaoguang: Laugh at your weak legs.

sword:……