Heroine: I’m really not a green tea man

"Snapped!"

"Uh...hiss..."

He Yi's cry of pain came from the Ten Bamboo Forest. He Yi didn't notice it and was knocked to the ground again by Sikong Huayu with the hilt of his sword.

He only felt a sharp pain coming from his elbow, his body weight swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

His slightly thin clothes were wet with sweat. The black clothes still couldn't hide the even and graceful lines of He Yi's body, giving people an ultimate temptation.

He Yi's chest kept rising and falling, and the fine beads of sweat on his smooth forehead slid down along the temples, dripping onto the tips of He Yi's white and slender fingers with a ticking sound.

Sikong Huayu put her sword against He Yi's throat, and with a sneer, she withdrew the sword and put it against her back.

"With this little ability, you still want to become the sword in the hands of the leader?"

She stood condescendingly in front of He Yi, with disdain in her tone. Sure enough, the young grass in the greenhouse was vulnerable.

"I...I will definitely become the big sister's sword."

He Yi was out of breath when he spoke, but he still did not give up. His voice was as clear as spring water, making it unforgettable after hearing it.

He stared at Sikong Huayu stubbornly, her handsome face full of determination and reluctance.

The eldest sister is the only person who treats him well when he wakes up, and he must become the eldest sister's knife.

He Yi's unwillingness to admit defeat made Sikong Huayu admire He Yi even more.

Although it is a green grass, it has its merits.

He Yi adjusted his posture again, clenched the long sword in his hand, and stabbed towards Sikong Huayu again.

This time he aimed at Sikong Huayu's neck. After all, Yanluo Sect is a killer organization, and Sikong Huayu teaches assassination methods that can kill with one hit.

"too slow……"

But just when the tip of the sword was only one centimeter away from Sikong Huayu, Sikong Huayu suddenly stretched out her right foot and kicked his right wrist holding the sword.

With a "clang" sound, He Yi's long sword fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"hateful!!"

When the long sword fell to the ground, He Yi's left foot kicked forward hard, heading straight for Sikong Huayu's chest.

"Snapped!"

Sikong Huayu directly held He Yi's left foot with one hand, and then pulled it back hard.

He Yi stumbled, lost his balance and fell directly towards Sikong Huayu's chest.

"The bottom plate is unstable..."

Sikong Huayu was stunned by the soft and delicate touch that came from the man's soft waist.

Sikong Huayu lowered her head and looked down at He Yi's face in her arms.

The slanting willow eyebrows, the thinned lips, and the sharp-edged contours have a charming luster.

White neck, smooth skin. This man seemed to have gathered all the beauty in the world, and he was so beautiful.

The fragrance of He Yi kept pouring into her nasal cavity, seducing her heartbeat and making people addicted to it.

"hiss……"

While Sikong Huayu was dazed, she felt a stabbing pain in her shoulder. The pain made her let go of her hand around He Yi's waist.

He Yi took advantage of the situation and escaped from Sikong Huayu's arms. Just now, he took advantage of Sikong Huayu's trance and bit Sikong Huayu's shoulder so hard that it drew blood.

There was blood hanging from the corners of his lips, giving him a sickly and dangerous beauty.

He is very vindictive. This woman shot him directly with arrows. Three arrows were shot directly into his chest. Although he was doing it for the green tea value and could not feel the pain, he was sure that the woman shot him with three arrows. To report.

He Yi, super vindictive.

"No one can hug me like this except big sister."

He Yi raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He would not hug anyone other than his eldest sister.

The main reason is that this woman is not a real heroine. He has no green tea value at all. He Yi's current character only has eyes for Luo Yan, the dual real heroine.

He Yi's appearance made Sikong Huayu's heart feel as if he had been stung by a bee.

The pain in my shoulders seemed to become numb, spreading directly from my spine to all parts of my body.

"That's it for today..."

Sensing the change in herself, Sikong Huayu dropped these words and ran away in embarrassment.

He Yi was a little confused when he saw Sikong Huayu running away, but she didn't think much about it. She just felt that this woman Sikong Huayu had some serious illness.

Sikong Huayu, who fled in embarrassment, felt her heart beating wildly. Her mind kept thinking of He Yi's dangerous beauty just now.

"See Protector Sikong, the leader of Protector Sikong invites you."

The masked killer suddenly appeared, saluted respectfully to Sikong Huayu, and then disappeared like a ghost.

……

When Sikong Huayu came outside the palace where Luo Yan was, Luo Yan had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Subordinates, please see the leader. May the leader be blessed and safe."

Sikong Huayu saluted Luo Yan.

Today, Luo Yan is wearing a moon-white long skirt embroidered with silver and cloud patterns, with elegant orchid patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

Wearing a jade hairpin, the whole person appears somewhat elegant and cold, as beautiful as the nine-day fairy coming to earth.

The face is covered by a veil, and the black and slightly purple eyes seem to reveal indifference as they move. It seemed that nothing in the world would cause any fluctuations in her.

Luo Yan held the cup lid in one hand and flicked the tea leaves with her fingers like onion roots. She closed her eyes slightly and smelled the fragrance of the tea.

He took a sip with his thin lips and tasted the sweetness in it. He felt the fragrance and sweetness of the tea reverberate in his throat, with a long aftertaste.

Sikong Huayu waited for a long time before Luo Yan said: "You will take Jun Lian on an assassination mission at the beginning of next month. I will send Eleven and Thirteen to assist you when the time comes."

Luo Yan, as the leader of the Yanluo Sect, naturally has his own exclusive secret guards. There are fifteen secret guards, named in order from one to fifteen, and given the surname Luo.

There are fifteen secret guards, all of whom are among the best in the cult. They are responsible for the safety of the cult leader and the execution of the cult leader's orders. They do not listen to orders from anyone other than the cult leader.

"Leader, my subordinates believe that Jun Lian is not qualified for this assassination mission. After all, he is too weak..."

Sikong Huayu frowned. She didn't understand why the leader asked her to bring an oil bottle. The man looked cold on the surface, but Si Huayu could sense the softness in his heart.

In Sikong Huayu's mind, this was a fatal weakness.

He Yi outside the door heard Sikong Huayu saying that he was in the way, and then his actor-like acting skills began to show off. He pushed open the door with both hands and broke in.

"Sister, Jun Lian can do it."

He Yi's voice sounded from outside the door, and he barged in with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

"Presumptuous! Jun Lian, how can you break into the leader's palace at will? There are no rules at all."

Sikong Huayu couldn't help scolding He Yi when she saw He Yi's intrusion without rules.

He Yi paused in his steps and cursed the old woman in his mind, calling her pure and unpretentious.

Hearing Sikong Huayu's words, He Yi lowered his eyebrows and said sadly: "Sister...I am the protector of Sikong..."

"It's okay..."

Luo Yan didn't care about He Yi's sudden intrusion, because this was what she arranged. How could He Yi, a weak man, pass through the guard outside the door? It was just her intention.

"Jun Lian, come here..."

If there is absolute coldness hidden deep in the eyes, the tenderness between Luo Yan's brows is enough to make a man fall.

"Sister, Jun Lian can do it, Jun Lian can do the job."

Seemingly encouraged by Luo Yan, He Yi mustered up his courage again, his tone full of determination.

He looked at Luo Yan with an admiration that he thought he had concealed well, but anyone with a discerning eye could see it at a glance.

He looked like he was obsessed with her, crazy about her, and banging against the wall because of her.

He is ready, he must be the knife in the hands of his eldest sister.

"The leader's subordinates are there to perform tasks, not to have fun with a gas bottle. The killer is there to kill people."

Seeing He Yi like this, Sikong Huayu despised He Yi in her heart, a useless man.

A man like He Yi, who is as pure as a blank slate, has gone through a series of training, but after all, he has never seen blood or killed anyone, and he still retains kindness in his heart.

For a killer to still retain his kindness is simply a great shame and humiliation for the killer.