Starry sky, I can hear their secrets.

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Jing Liu said coldly, "Spare the rod and spoil the child."

"Little brother, I like your personality. Can I chop it once, just once?"

Su Jinyan shook her head vigorously: "Although I won't die, it will hurt a lot."

Jingliu said in a muffled voice, "Next time I do something wrong, you can point it out to my face."

"There's no need to humiliate your general's master in this way."

"Not to mention I'm an elder of your master."

Su Jinyan feigned ignorance: "Isn't that even more exciting?"

"Besides, you should thank me for helping you calm your demonic impulses."

Jingliu pursed his cold lips: "Little brother."

"You must have gotten a lot of beatings before you became a Fate Walker, right?"

Su Jinyan shrugged and said, "I've gotten my fair share of beatings myself."

“Every night, my master would trample on my dignity with her white-socked little feet.”

Mirror Flow: "......."

Fu Xuanzhen has truly taught a fine disciple!

Sambo finally had a chance to speak: "Um..."

"Can I walk now?"

Su Jinyan looked at him with ill intent: "Brother Sangbo."

"You've overheard quite a few of the secrets and confidential matters of our Immortal Boat Alliance today."

"Tell me, do you want money or your life?"

Sambo chuckled awkwardly: "Then I'll take the money. I already have my life."

Su Jinyan snatched Jing Liu's Ephemeral Flower Sword and held it to Sang Bo's neck: "And now?"

A hint of coldness flashed across Jingliu's beautiful eyes.

Her slender, pale, and cold hand conjured another ephemeral sword, which she slashed at Su Jinyan.

The little brother certainly didn't expect that.

I discarded ordinary iron and stole a sliver of moonlight to illuminate all the rivers and streams of the mortal world.

This is the sword in my hand, its existence and destruction determined by my will, omnipresent.

As many as you want, we have them all.

You can't exactly catch a blade empty-handed now, can you?

Su Jinyan instinctively switched places with Sang Bo.

Sambo's hair stood on end, and he hurriedly dodged.

laugh--

The cold blade barely grazed Sambo's back, splattering out a large amount of blood.

Sambo's eyes were filled with tears: "So our friendship is worthless, is that right?"

Su Jinyan said seriously, "How could that be, Brother Sangbo?"

"Of all these masked fools, you're the one I like best. Don't believe me? Just look—"

The cold sword light struck again.

Su Jinyan simply pushed Sang Bo away, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting the cold Tan Hua sword pierce his chest.

Jingliu's lips trembled slightly: "Why...why didn't you avoid me?"

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"Kyoryu... Sister..."

Su Jinyan stared at Jing Liu's exquisite face, his eyes suddenly turning desolate and lifeless.

The damage caused to him by Jingliu's sword was negligible.

But Su Jinyan forced himself to cough up a cloud of blood and stagger forward.

Even Sambo was stunned, let alone Mirror Flow.

Dude, I know you want Jingliu to feel guilty.

If things continue like this, your injury will heal itself in at most half a minute.

We'll see how you act then.

It has to be said that Su Jinyan is ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to herself.

His dedication was so admirable that even Sangbo couldn't help but express his respect.

Jingliu dared not pull the chilling Tanhua sword from his chest.

That would cause even more serious harm to Su Jinyan.

Su Jinyan gripped the cold hilt of the sword and pulled it outwards with a sudden movement.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a spring, splattering Sangbo and Jingliu with blood all over their bodies.

Jingliu's crimson eyes trembled violently.

Unpleasant memories were stirred within her.

puff-

Su Jinyan fell to the ground, his internal organs destroyed, and the vigorous life force within him was rapidly dissipating.

It was at this moment that Su Jinyan chose to ask Fu Xuan for help.

I'm sorry, Master, I was just being a little willful.

Sambo paused, then said, "Miss Jingliu, he's going to die..."

"Little brother—!"

Jingliu hurriedly tried to help him up.

However, Fu Xuan appeared out of thin air beside Su Jinyan before Jing Liu could, and supported him in his arms.

"Master..."

"Traitorous disciple..."

Fu Xuanmei's eyes seemed to hold sadness as she gently stroked his cheek, as if she had foreseen this scene long ago.

Jingliu's lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

Even though Jingliu knew that Su Jinyan would not truly die.

She had every reason to strike him with that sword.

She is none other than Jingliu, known as "Flying Light Without Gap," and the former Sword Master of Luofu Immortal Ship.

Those who desecrate her delicate body and dignity deserve to be inflicted with unforgettable pain.

But when this scene actually happened before Jingliu's eyes...

Jingliu realized that her guilt towards her little brother far outweighed her intention to punish him.

It's obviously possible to avoid it.

Why doesn't he hide?

"Sister Jingliu..."

"It's not your fault. I deserved to take this sword."

"Cough cough cough, you destroyed my vital essence, now we're even..."

Jing Liu stared blankly at the weakened Su Jinyan.

She never imagined that her sword would pierce Su Jinyan's vital organs so precisely.

Su Jinyan's blood-stained palm trembled as she grasped Fu Xuan's slender, white hand.

Fu Xuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hugged Su Jinyan a little tighter.

"I told you long ago not to be obsessed with women."

Su Jinyan was breathing heavily, her eyes filled with deep regret.

"My master told me..."

"If I continue to indulge in women, I will be hurt by them sooner or later."

"I guessed the beginning, but I couldn't have guessed the ending."

Fu Xuan tenderly wiped the blood from his lips: "Every sip and every bite, is it not preordained?"