However, after returning, his hands were empty, which made him very uneasy.

Mingxian raised his hand, held the hilt of the sword, and took it away from Chu Zheng's hand: "Thank you."

This thank you didn't include anything else, it was just because Chu Zheng found his sword back.

The night breeze blows across the willows by the stream, and the branches sway gently, bringing the girl's crisp and ethereal voice: "It should be."

Chu Zheng and Ming Xian returned to the house one after another.

Mingxian may have been absent-minded because of the injury and walked in with his head down.

Chu Zheng suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

Chu Zheng pulled too many times. Mingxian resisted strongly at the beginning, frowned and protested in the back, and finally let her pull.

"How……"

Chu Zheng raised a finger and pressed it on his lips.

Mingxian's expression was a little strange in an instant. The finger pressed on his lips was a little cool, like the wind in the night.

Above the sky, the pure moon hangs high, and the stars are weaving, falling on the woman's clear eyes, shattering into countless stars of light.

Mingxian's breathing was chaotic, and he quickly leaned back and raised his head.

Chu Zheng didn't seem to notice his movements and pulled him to the side.

Mingxian calmed down and listened carefully for a while. He could not use his abilities, but he still felt like he had been chased for so many years.

Someone.
Chapter completed!