"Whimper, whimper, whimper!" The Biyue Zhixie Sword flew out from Chen Jing's body and hovered behind Wind Girl.
Wind Girl turned her head, her tears ceasing in an instant, and asked with a hoarse voice, "Are you really going to stab me with the Biyue Zhixie Sword for her sake? When I wanted to kill you back then, you never pointed a sword at me!"
Chen Jing's teeth chattered with a clacking sound, and his tone was as cold as ice, "I don't want to draw my sword at you, just stop hurting her."
"I have never hurt her, why won't you believe me!" Wind Girl cried out loudly, her tears bursting forth from the grievance and sadness in her heart. After speaking, Wind Girl turned her head toward Lu Siwei, shaking her body and said, "Tell me quickly, which Onmyoji are you conspiring with to set me up?"
"Xiao Qi! Let go of her!" Chen Jing thrust the Biyue Zhixie Sword behind Wind Girl, its blade separated from her skin by only a thin layer of fine gauze.