The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

Outside the screen, Lin Xiao and others looked at Long Yuanzhao and others leaving Wangling City safely, feeling a little strange and empty. This is like a story, the plot is progressive, and the foreshadowings laid before are all piled up together , Seeing that it was about to enter a climax, but it stopped abruptly!

Lin Xiao twitched the corners of his mouth in disappointment, always feeling that this story should not be over, but whether he looked at it from Long Yuanzhao's perspective or Su Xueru's perspective, he didn't find the crisis hidden in the darkness.

"This...is this the end?"

Zhao Jinfan supported his chin and thought: "This memory is not clear, it seems like a drama with a beginning and no end."

Lan Bing continued: "Obviously it was still rainy just now, but it turned out to be clear in the blink of an eye."

They all looked at Su Xueru at the same time and asked: "Xueru, when Song Xiuming cast the magic circle on you, did you notice anything strange?"

Su Xueru shook her head in bewilderment, "No, I just passed out, maybe it was because Cheng Xingdu disrupted the spiritual circle before the last step, it didn't have any effect on me."

"Really?" Lin Xiao asked after pondering for a long time: "Xueru, have you ever thought about another possibility, although the spiritual circle has not been completed, it has already taken effect, but you forgot?"

Su Xueru's pupils contracted suddenly when she heard the words, and she suddenly felt as if snakes were crawling over her whole body. It was icy cold, she looked at her hands blankly, and couldn't help thinking: "Is Li Yishuang really awakened in my body?"

In the picture, after Long Yuanzhao returned to Tianjianmen, he went back to the boring life of practicing swords. When he rushed to the outside of the main hall, the words Siruo said that day would appear in his mind from time to time.

"You have to win once in the ring! You can't always lose to Cheng Xingdu, right?"

"Hey!" Long Yuanzhao sighed and scratched his forehead in distress.

After a long time, Long Yuanzhao suddenly raised his hair, and his temperament instantly became colder and sharper. He completely lost his previous cynical appearance, like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath.

He said to himself as if he had made a major decision: "Then let's win once, I can't let Siruo be disappointed all the time!"

When Long Yuanzhao came outside the hall, he was surprised to find that Si Ruo, who was always very punctual, was not there. He secretly guessed that Si Ruo was too tired to get up.

Su Xueru and Cheng Xingdu were seriously injured and did not come to practice swords. There was only Long Yuanzhao here, and it was quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

Long Yuanzhao was squatting on the steps, holding the practice wooden sword in his hand, when he was feeling bored, there was a sudden exclamation from a distance.

"Senior sister, you... you have become so beautiful today!"

"Whose voice is this?" Long Yuanzhao looked curiously, only to see Si Ruo being stopped by a group of junior sisters to ask questions.

"Senior sister, senior sister, are you dressing up? Your appearance has changed a lot."

Si Ruo scratched her cheek in embarrassment and said, "Have I really changed a lot?"

"That's not true!" Junior Sister stared at Si Ruo's cheek and said earnestly: "Senior Sister, your eyes have become more flexible, not as dull as before, your nose has also become more straight, and your mouth has become more delicate , the facial lines appear softer, although each part has only been changed a little, but together the changes are big."

"Yes! It's really eye-catching."

"Senior Sister, you look better now than Junior Sister Xueru."

Si Ruo became shy after being praised by her junior sisters, she hurriedly raised her hand to drive them away: "Go, go, go! Just tease me here."

The junior sisters were like butterflies, holding hands and running around while laughing. After walking a long distance, they suddenly turned to Siruo and said, "Senior sister, you are really much more beautiful!"

Si Ruo couldn't help touching her face, and thought anxiously: "Have I really become beautiful?"

When Long Yuanzhao heard what his junior sister said, he couldn't help but also wanted to see what Si Ruo looked like now. He stood up and looked towards Si Ruo, but it was a pity that Si Ruo turned his back to her.

So he called out: "Senior Sister Si Ruo."

"Ah!" Si Ruo turned around in confusion, "Junior Brother Long, why are you calling me?"

Seeing this glimpse, Long Yuanzhao's heart suddenly shrank, as if he had found the feeling of first love.If the former Si Ruo is compared to a beauty blank, then this blank has been carved by craftsmen now.

Her skin has become finer and fairer, her facial features have become more refined, her cheeks have become more graceful, and all the shortcomings and unsatisfactory places on her body seem to have been carefully modified. Even a determined person like Long Yuanzhao couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the works created by his unique aesthetics.

In terms of appearance alone, Siruo has surpassed Su Xueru, and the changes in her appearance are all affected by the racial talent of the Bewitching Banshee—beauty. In this book, the looks of the Bewitching Banshee and Shang Juejun belong to the ceiling The level is a little higher than any other heroine.

But the charm of a person is not only determined by the appearance, the two of them are extravagant and enjoyable, and the other is cunning and cruel, so although they have good looks, their charm is not necessarily higher than that of the heroine.

Long Yuanzhao looked at Si Ruo who was coming and said with a smile: "Senior sister, you put on rouge today."

In fact, Siruo didn't wear makeup. She knew that the changes in her body were due to the Suspicious Banshee. A new personality born for the subject.

Although her thinking is mainly based on Siruo, she has accepted the beauty and cultivation talent of the Bewitching Banshee, and also acquired many of her bad habits.

Si Ruo was afraid of arousing Long Yuanzhao's suspicion, so he replied vaguely: "It's okay!"

Long Yuanzhao suddenly poked his head and joked face to face with Si Ruo: "Senior sister, why are you blushing? Girls of your age like to dress up."

Si Ruo quickly pulled her sleeves to cover her face, she glared at Long Yuanzhao with her exposed eyes, and said angrily: "You are a disciple, you will always stare at other girls' faces."

"Everyone has the love of beauty, besides... Senior Sister, don't you just dress up for others to see?"

Si Ruo spat lightly, "Bah! You're the only one with a lot of sense, you're such a rascal."

Long Yuanzhao frowned and smiled triumphantly, Si Ruo said helplessly: "Senior sister can't beat you, senior sister surrendered... Come quickly and practice sword!"

Mentioning Jianlong Yuanzhao's body trembled like a conditioned reflex, he pulled out his wooden sword and said weakly: "Yes!"

Long Yuanzhao picked up the sword, but suddenly stopped. He didn't know where to start to practice. This time he went out to experience and disrupted the original training plan.

Si Ruo saw his predicament and reminded him: "You can practice from the seventh to the No.12 pose!"

Long Yuanzhao thought about it carefully in his mind, he slowly raised the wooden sword in the seventh posture, and when he was about to start the "sword dance", Si Ruo suddenly stood behind him and held his hand against his waist, the other hand held his arm and said: "Your posture is too loose, you should do it this way."

Long Yuanzhao inadvertently smelled a strong fragrance from Si Ruo's body.