i have a sword fairy

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He is not sad.

Just a simple thought came to mind.

Oh, he died.

just.

later in the journey.

Sometimes when drinking in a restaurant, they will habitually buy an extra pot, but after a moment of silence, they will silently reach out and collect half of the wine price.

Sometimes during the day, when she was fighting with Su Xiaoxiao, who was happy again, and when she was bullying a stupid girl, she would turn her head to look around inexplicably. In her field of vision, there was no longer the silent man who would silently watch their excitement from the sidelines.

Sometimes when I sit by the fire in the early morning, when I hear Su Xiaoxiao getting up at night, I will look suspiciously, but then I will relax my brows, turn around calmly, and look at the cheerfully dancing flames, oh, it turns out that it is not that person and He's on his night watch.

Zhao Rong wasn't sad, just missed him a little.

Different from the longing for Qingjun and Qian'er, Liu Sanbian is the first person he misses in this world after awakening the memory of his previous life.

I miss the first time we met at Longquandu because of a spirit stone.

And that time after time the martial arts tempered, walking piles under the moon...

Zhao Rong understood a little bit.

It turned out that the thread was not broken.

The thread that involved him, connecting his empty heart and the thick and solid earth.

There is no break at all.

On the contrary, it became stronger.

He no longer has the sense of indifference and desolation of watching the world with cold eyes.

Whether it was the first time I killed someone with my own hands not long ago, or the people and scenery I passed by when I was on my way.

It's all real.

He is him.

He is Zhao Rong.

He is Zhao Ziyu, a Confucian student who grew up in Qianjing of the Great Chu Dynasty in Wangquezhou, Xuanhuang Realm, and married Concubine Zhao Ling.

He is 17 years old.

His "story" has just begun!

……

this day.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao left a small border town with tough folk customs.

Stepped into a forest.

According to the route on the mountain and river map, this is the last country under the mountain.

Passing through it, one can reach Lidu.

noon.

The two hurriedly lit a fire to eat, and then hurried on the road.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sky, and it was gradually gloomy.

The sun, which was still bright in the morning, has already hidden in the dark clouds.

The air was stuffy and suffocating.

Su Xiaoxiao handed over a silk handkerchief, "Here, wipe off your sweat."

Zhao Rong took the neat silk handkerchief exuding a girlish fragrance, wiped it on his face casually, handed it back, and looked around.

"Let's go faster and find a place to shelter from the rain. This rain is estimated to last for a long time."

"Oh."

Su Xiaoxiao bowed her head, carefully folded the silk handkerchief that was stained with his sweat, put it away, and responded cheerfully.

soon.

There was a strong wind.

The stuffy air was cool.

But in this wilderness, except for the shade of the trees, Zhao Rong and the others still couldn't find a place to shelter from the rain.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to take out the umbrella.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao blinked.

Zhao Rong took a look, "Why are you staring at me stupidly? Take an umbrella."

Su Xiaoxiao said anxiously: "Well, I left in a hurry this morning, and forgot my umbrella in the guest room..."

Zhao Rong patted his forehead, "Why didn't you forget yourself in the inn?"

Her fox eyes narrowed into crescents when she smiled, and she didn't answer.

"I've convinced you, come here."

Zhao Rong put the small bookcase that Su Xiaoxiao likes to carry on his back into Su Miwu, and gave way under the umbrella.

So the two were under the same umbrella.

"Boom--!"

"Whoa--"

A downpour that had been brewing for a long time finally fell.

Thunder and lightning, heavy rain.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao continued on their way.

under the umbrella.

Men are slender, women are petite.

One left and one right.

The umbrella is not big, so the two of them crowded close to each other to fit.

a moment.

Zhao Rong held the umbrella in his right hand and turned it to the right.

at this time.

It was not evening yet, but it was already dark.

For a moment, Zhao Rong's attention was all on the road ahead.

suddenly.

Zhao Rong felt a warm little hand covering his right hand holding the umbrella.

Palms are soft and smooth.

He is very familiar.

Because not long ago in Dawei, he had intimate contact with this hand.

However, it was just acting.

On the road afterwards, the two maintained a tacit understanding and restored their original distance.

But now...

Chapter 115 Confession

in the dark.

Zhao Rong didn't turn his head, and was silent for a moment.

He struggled with his right hand, but that little hand was still relentlessly entangled.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

He raised his left hand that was exposed in the rain, and brushed off the little hand that was trying to have sex without any explanation.

Zhao Rong could feel the soft body of the person beside him suddenly stiffen.

He thought for a while, and moved his body outside the umbrella, no longer sticking to her, but the right hand holding the umbrella remained in the same position, giving her most of the umbrella.

"Whoa--"

now.

Zhao Rong felt that the whole world outside the umbrella was drowned by the sound of rain, but inside the umbrella seemed to be another world, surprisingly quiet.

He felt a little awkward in the atmosphere for a while.

It's just that I haven't waited for Zhao Rong to think about it.

That soft little hand came up again.

He frowned and continued to brush down.

Little hands come again.

Whisk down.

Little hands come again.

Whisk down.

come again little hands

Whisk down.

The little hands are still here.

……