After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

At the moment when Bingjie hesitated slightly, Xie Yunji swung his sword at her without hesitation.

During this month, Bingjie was away, so he had to take over Bingjie's unfinished business, sorting out those complicated relationships day and night. At the same time, he was also constantly looking for her. He thought she had gone down the mountain, so he searched every town near Piaomiao Peak, and now he was exhausted to the extreme.

However, he had already gotten used to this kind of fatigue. After Song Nihuan's death, he was always in this state, only able to sleep for two or three hours at night, and waking up with a splitting headache, which seemed to last forever as he breathed.

He has trained himself to control his fatigue, and it never showed on his face. He is still as gentle as jade, calm and composed. Only the murderous aura that burst out when he drew the sword revealed the anger and madness accumulated in his heart from being tortured day and night.

This sword was as sharp and swift as thunder.

Bing Jie had no chance to hide and looked at Xie Yunji in disbelief. Only then did she realize that the subtle tug-of-war between her and him that she had felt for the past month was just her wishful thinking!

This person has no heart.

She threw herself forward, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

The young man in white walked up slowly, grabbed her neck, and said in a gentler tone than ever before: "It will be quick, and it won't hurt you too much."

With murderous intent looming, he broke her slender neck without hesitation with a crisp "click".

Bingjie died, but her eyes were still open.

"Why bother again?" Xie Yunji showed no fear at all. His eyes were calm and he reached out to touch her eyes.

At that time, Le Yi threatened him in the same way.

If he had killed her cleanly and neatly at that time, nothing would have happened later, and Song Nihuan would not have been so sad.

He still remembered how she cried and fell on his chest in the Taoist temple on Yuquan Mountain, crying until she was about to die.

But it was just a casual affair with Le Yi, but she was so sad.

In fact, he regretted it at that time.

He regretted having too many concerns, always thinking about keeping the Xie family clean and making use of everything he could, including Le Yi's obsession.

If he had been as decisive as he is now, he and Song Nihuan would not have ended up in an irreparable situation.

It was he who wrote the dead end for his and her's ending step by step.

Xie Yunji picked up the lifeless woman, tiptoed, and disappeared into the greenery.

Until now, Bing Jie still has not appeared in front of the people of Piaomiao Peak. The disciples in the sect seem to have gotten used to the fact that this gentle and kind senior brother has taken over all the important matters in the sect.

Looking at the women who were watching them from a distance, Xie Yunji said, "Yunzhou is warm and prosperous. Leaving them there is the best destination."

Xuan Zhu nodded, as if he didn't notice his disciple's thoughtful look, and pushed the teacup on the table in front of him, "Drink it."

The Yi River in Guangling flows quietly, and the reeds on the banks of the teahouse are undulating and endless.

Everyone in the teahouse was still counting their luggage. Xie Yunji walked slowly under the eaves. The cold rain was still falling. He stared quietly at the misty river surface not far away.

After staring for a long time, I suddenly saw a familiar face in the air, with dark black hair flowing to her waist. She turned her head slightly, so beautiful that she seemed to be glowing.

There was his shadow in her eyes, haggard and lifeless.

She looked at him, with a hint of sadness on her face, and called him softly, "Brother Ziche."

"Brother Ziche?" The disciple called out to the young man who was listening to the rain in the corridor, "Master said we should set off."

The scene in the rain was broken and disappeared without a sound, dissipating like ashes, leaving only the young man's hand stretched in the air, his fingers moving slightly, as if trying to grab something.

There was nothing in the air.

The young man in white turned pale, closed his eyes in pain, and slowly withdrew his hand.

My heart aches again, a dull pain.

The waiter looked at the gangsters going away. Their swords and knives were invisible, but they didn't damage any tables or chairs.

"Click".

Xie Tan took two steps back, but the chair behind him couldn't withstand the force and broke.

"Did I win?" Song Ni laughed, watching the knife in her hand almost touching the young man's neck.

The white-haired young man in front of her smiled and nodded, "The female knight's skills are indeed powerful. I admire you."

He watched Song Nihuan learning every move carefully, and his eyes brightened with every improvement.

Song Nihuan felt a little guilty and said angrily, "You are letting me go on purpose, right?"

She had only studied for three days, how could she force him to retreat?

I had tried to figure it out with him before, but I could never get the point. The pulse points seemed to be spread all over the human body, but if I couldn't find the right place, it would be useless.

She showed some discouragement and loss last night. If she practices again early this morning, can she force him to retreat again and again?

Xie Tan coughed twice, then bowed and said, "The female warrior's moves are strange and unpredictable, making it hard to defend against."

Song Nihuan knew that he was trying to coax her, so she agreed with him and said, "Really? Then you have to be more careful next time."

He walked closer to her, held her wrist, pointed the blade at his throat, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Don't be careful, just take my life if you want it."

"Why would I want your life? I hope you're okay." She smiled, "Brother Tan, really, I hope you get better and better."

Xie Tan's eyes dimmed, and he looked at the clouds in the sky and said, "You know, I won't be well without you."

Song Nihuan nodded, no longer entangled in this topic, looking at the blade in her hand and said: "This knife is really beautiful."

"Do you like it? I'll give it to you." Xie Tan said.

Song Nihuan took the dagger and looked at it carefully. The scabbard was simple, the gems on the handle were sparkling, and the blade was shining coldly, like a work of art. It felt heavy in her hand and looked like a valuable item that was quite old.

Song Ni laughed and said, "Brother Tan is very wealthy now."

Unlike back then, when she, Lan Zhi and Xie Tan discussed going to Danzhou to see the sea, Xie Tan still had to save money before they could go.

Xie Tan smiled, "What do you mean by generous? What's mine is yours."

In fact, this knife was given to him by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince as a reward for his first murder, and he has never left it behind over the years.

The meaning of this knife to him was very complicated, and it was not comparable to money. But as long as she liked it, he was willing to give her anything.

Song Nihuan twirled the knife in the air a few times, then put it on her waist with satisfaction. Somehow, she felt as if her dream of traveling the world with a sword when she was a girl was about to come true.

She had sweated during the day, so after taking a bath, Xie Tan dried her hair, trimmed the candle wick, and went to bed.

Song Nihuan lay in Xie Tan's arms. She no longer felt that Xie Tan's arms were too hot, but rather very safe.

He stared at her. After bathing, she looked pure and charming without any makeup. His eyes could not help but pass under her collar. Rather than thinking of her snow-white back against the crimson and purple laces that night, he was more tempted by the feeling of touching her skin.

So satisfying and relaxing.

People are always greedy. I used to think it was good to have her by my side, but since that night, I felt like I was bewitched.

Song Nihuan looked at Xie Tan, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and smiled slightly, "Blow out the candle."

"May I?"

"Well..." she said.

The candle went out and Xie Tan's shadow loomed over her. She untied the strings of her undergarment and slowly took it off, then reached out and hugged his waist.

The dim moonlight shone down, revealing the woman's snow-white skin and her slender waist. His hand slid across her delicate skin, like a scene in his dreams for many years.

Song Nihuan would sometimes feel his restlessness, but she pretended not to know and smiled with her eyes closed.

He endured the whole night and his body was still stiff at dawn.

[I want to marry you... and make you my queen. When the time comes, we will...]

The smile on her lips deepened and she hugged him tighter.