chapter 7

On the second day, because she didn't sleep well, Lin Yuqi walked out of the door in a trance, with two smears of green ashes under her eyes, her feet were vain and dizzy.

Chu Rouer looked at them several times at the dining table, couldn't help raising her red sleeves, covered her lips and smiled narrowly, and secretly asked in Lin Yuqi's ear, "Did you sleep last night? okay?"

She winked at her with a look of excitement.

Lin Yuqi's eyes were blank and her expression was dull. She glanced at Chu Rouer and knew what she was thinking.

She weakly replied, "Very good!" Then she continued to drink porridge with her head down.

I groaned in my heart: Senior, in my opinion, the ideas in your mind probably won't pass the trial. If you want me to sleep well, you might as well let me out. I can live stream you in the magic palace for a 24-hour long standby time, and never open your eyes.

But thinking of the magic palace, Lin Yuqi couldn't help but have a little expectation, maybe after Yueqing discovered that the Changyuan Mountains had collapsed, he would go back to rescue soldiers! Thinking of her gathering of millions of subjects and masters in the demon world, is it not easy to find her?

Thinking like this, Lin Yuqi suddenly had hope for life, and with full confidence, followed Zhan An who suddenly appeared in the morning to the backyard.

When she and Chu Jun separated, the other party gave her a subtle look, reminding her not to forget their plans last night.

Lin Yuqi was shocked, took a deep breath and followed Zhan An.

Zhan An was as bad as yesterday, holding a slender and simple sword in her hand, and walked to the center of the backyard.

Lin Yuqi followed closely behind, looking at Zhan An's cold and dazzling back, thinking that she should take the initiative, so she shyly approached him: "Senior, what are we learning today? what?"

Zhan An glanced at her coldly: "Practice swordsmanship today."

Lin Yuqi listened to this, deliberately made a surprised look, and widened her eyes: "I still practice swordsmanship today! Yesterday afternoon was also swordsmanship, I thought I could learn it today. Something different!"

She raised her right arm and shouted that her arm was about to be broken by practicing swordsmanship yesterday.

As expected by Chu Junli, Zhan An's half-masked face suddenly appeared something similar to a dazed expression, as if he really couldn't remember anything, he tightened his grip. He frowned: "I taught you swordsmanship yesterday afternoon?"

"Yes!" Lin Yuqi opened her eyes and said nonsense, pointing to the sword in Zhan An's hand, "This is the sword I have, I still remember it!"

In order to prove the authenticity of this statement, Lin Yuqi said, "If senior doesn't believe it, just wait and watch me dance for you."

He stretched out his hand and was about to take the long sword in Zhan An's hand. Unexpectedly, the sword looked small and delicate. Lin Yuqi grabbed it with one hand, but found that it seemed so heavy that he almost broke his wrist. She hurriedly held her hands and smiled a few times at Zhan An a little embarrassedly.

"I lost my strength yesterday, haha, I didn't hold it for a while."

Zhan An looked down at Lin Yuqi with a look of contempt. In addition, he was tall, and his aura was even more terrifying.

Lin Yuqi thought to herself: Mommy come! Someone here is looking at me with their nostrils.

Zhan An walked to the side of the yard and said in a deep voice, "I'll see how to dance."

Lin Yuqi held the sword very rusty and used the sword moves in his memory, and every time he swung it, he could see Zhan An's face getting darker.

There was a cold sweat on the forehead, Lin Yuqi held her breath, and finally slowly retrieved the muscle memory of this body. A feeling of freedom.

Lin Yuqi breathed a sigh of relief, secretly looked at Zhan An who was standing in the distance, and found that his face became visibly brighter.

So she stopped and said to Zhan An tentatively, "Senior, how do you think I'm doing?"

"Shang Ke." Zhan An raised his eyebrows, "Your sword move reminds me of a friend."

He came over, took the sword in Lin Yuqi's hand, grabbed a few sword flowers at random, and suddenly put the sword body across Lin Yuqi's neck, and stopped at the edge of the skin half an inch.

Lin Yuqi's eyelids jumped, and before he could react, he was almost cut off by Zhan An.

She was apprehensive and frightened, but she seemed to be impregnated with lead, and she couldn't move it at all. She kept staring at the sword, for fear that Zhan An's hand trembled and scratched her neck.

Lin Yuqi didn't move, but Zhan An misunderstood that she was brave and fearless in her heart, and she couldn't help but give her eyes a little: "The heart is good, so is my friend, never because of The opponent's strength and fear."

Lin Yuqi: This is really a beautiful misunderstanding!

She pretended to appreciate: "Your friend is really amazing!"

Zhan An took back the sword and said as a matter of course: "Of course, he is the supreme being of the devil world and the strongest person in the world."

He finally looked at Lin Yuqi once: "Your swordsmanship is somewhat similar to his, so it must have something to do with the current Demon Lord?"

The Supreme Being of the Demon Realm thousands of years ago, isn't that the grandfather of Lin Yu's grandfather?

Lin Yuqi said quickly, "Know, just know."

So, it's no wonder that Zhan An can see the shadow of his friend from Lin Yuqi's swordsmanship. It turns out to be a family heirloom.

But...

Lin Yuqi fell into contemplation, if Zhan An had been friends with the Demon Lord thousands of years ago, then he would not be a nameless person. Lin Yu memorized the history of the demon world, but in memory It's really strange that this person can't be found in the middle.

She was puzzled.

Zhan An was swayed by Lin Yuqi's sword move, and his memories of the past were drawn into the past. In this book of swords, let Lin Yuqi practice by himself.

Lin Yuqi held the sword score and asked Zhan An tentatively, "Then senior, are you going to retreat this afternoon?"

She trembled with her fingers, tugging at the yellowed pages in her hand, her eyes fixed on Zhan An's face, not letting go of any changes in his smiling expression.

Zhan An frowned, with a hint of impatience: "I never retreat, why do you ask this question?"

After saying this, Zhan An threw the sword at Lin Yuqi's feet, turned around and left.

Lin Yuqi stood on the spot, a breeze blew, she only felt a chill run across her back.

I seem to have heard a ghost story!