[Comprehensive] My father's name is Sanriyue

"A toy." Seeing that Ziwei Ruanjian was in a bad mood, Santiaoxi replied in a nonchalant manner.

"Toys? Huh!" Ziwei Ruanjian smiled coldly and jumped directly over the railing on the second floor.

"Ziwei, what's the matter?" Santiaoxi looked at Ziwei Ruanjian in surprise, Ziwei Ruanjian walked to him and looked him up and down.

"Didn't you feel anything wrong just now?" Ziwei Ruanjian asked.

"Forehead……"

"Heh, it looks like we'll have to punch Tsurumaru out soon!" The arc of Ziwei Soft Sword's mouth was very cold, and a cold light shone in her purple eyes.

"Ziwei, what did you find? It's so far away." Santiaoxi asked wonderingly.

"It smells like fish, it stinks to death." Ziwei Ruanjian frowned as she spoke, then turned her head and asked San Tiaoxi: "Gu Jian hasn't come back yet?"

Santiao Xi's expression changed slightly when he heard the words: "Well, he hasn't come back yet."

The dejected Santiaoxi didn't notice that there was more understanding on Ziwei Ruanjian's face, Ziwei Ruanjian grabbed Santiaoxi's hand, and when Santiaoxi looked over suspiciously, he said: "Follow me."

"What are you going to do?" Santiaoxi only had time to ask before she was dragged towards the stairs by Ziwei's soft sword.

While walking Ziwei soft sword, he asked: "Tell me the truth, did you feel anything strange just now?"

Santiaoxi carefully observed the expression of Ziwei Soft Sword, and said: "When I was holding the crystal ball, the crystal ball was absorbing my spiritual power."

"Hmph, so that's the case." Ziwei Ruanjian snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face, Santiaoxi couldn't figure out what he was disdain for, was it the crystal ball or Santiaoxi herself?

"Ziwei, what are you taking me for?" Santiaoxi asked again.

Ziwei Ruanjian kept silent and pulled Santiaoxi to Ziwei Ruanjian's room.

Gu Jian's room Santiao Xi often goes to, the furnishings there are simple and elegant, unlike his own bedroom which is delicate and gentle, full of life.And Gu Jian usually stays with Santiaoxi the most, and he often feels worried about sleeping in Santiaoxi's bedroom at night.

And Ziwei Ruanjian's room, Santiaoxi, has never been there. Faced with Ziwei Ruanjian's cold face, who dares to say that he is going to visit?

Ziwei Ruanjian usually hides in her room, and I don't know what he is doing, in short, it is mysterious.

This time Santiaoxi had the opportunity to see the whole picture of Ziwei Ruanjian's room.

Generally speaking, it is the same as Gujian's room. The press-cut Hasebe who arranged this room is based on a fixed template, and the other rooms are the same, but compared with the cleanliness of Gujian's room, Ziwei Ruanjian's room is a little bit different. Messy.

But this mess is not a mess, it's just that the teacups on the table are scattered, and the two pillows are randomly thrown at the foot of the bed. Generally speaking, it is still very clean.

Santiaoxi glanced at it briefly, before he could continue asking, Ziwei Ruanjian stood in front of him and asked him condescendingly: "Do you want to become stronger?"

Ziwei Ruanjian was taller than Santiaoxi, and only a small light was turned on in the room. The dim light reflected Ziwei Ruanjian's side face, half bright and half dark, which set off the gorgeous and gorgeous face of Ziwei Ruanjian. A little more evil color.

But his voice was as cold and elegant as ever, without the slightest hint of bewitching, as if he was just asking casually.

However, Santiaoxi knew that Ziwei Ruanjian was staring at him, earnestly waiting for his answer.

"What's the price?" Santiao Xi asked rationally.

"You don't need to pay the price, you just need to answer me, do you want to, or don't you want to?" Ziwei soft sword still grabbed his wrist and did not let go.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, Ziwei, I—" Before the words of refusal could be fully uttered, Ziwei's soft sword stretched out her hand to cover his mouth.

Ziwei Ruanjian lowered her head and leaned close to his ear, a strand of silver hair brushed against his cheek, bringing a cool and smooth touch, and what she smelled in her nose was an elegant and soft fragrance.

"You should answer, yes."

Hearing these words, Santiaoxi turned his head and met Ziwei Ruanjian's eyes. When he saw those purple eyes, Santiaoxi's eyes showed surprise, and he couldn't help but lean back, thinking Leaving the control of Ziwei soft sword.

Unexpectedly, Ziwei's soft sword let go, and even let go of the hand that was holding him.

Santiaoxi quickly took a few steps back and said, "Ziwei, I think it's better for me to take it step by step."

"What are you afraid of?" Ziwei Ruanjian straightened her waist and said with a soft smile, "I won't eat you again."

"I won't hurt you."

"I know." Santiaoxi nodded. He really didn't feel that Ziwei Soft Sword had any ill intentions for him from the beginning to the end, but suddenly asked him if he wanted to become stronger... This is too strange.

"So, Ziwei, can you tell me what exactly you want to do?"

"It's very simple, it makes you stronger." The light was dim, and Santiaoxi was far away from him, so he couldn't see the expression of Ziwei Ruanjian at this moment.

Intuition told Santiaoxi that Ziwei Ruanjian was not lying, but it was getting weirder.

Santiaoxi shook her head, and couldn't help stepping back.

Santiaoxi retreated all the way to the door, and when Ziwei soft sword led him in, he locked the door. Santiaoxi held the doorknob, turned left and right for a while, but couldn't open the door.

With a sound of "ding ding", Santiao Xi followed the prestige and saw Ziwei holding a bunch of keys in her soft sword hand, and said slowly: "The door can only be opened with a key."

"You really don't want to become stronger?" The tone of Ziwei Ruanjian's words was very puzzled, "People who have suffered a lot like you rarely do not pursue strength."

"Ziwei, as I said, I want to take it step by step." San Tiaoxi frowned.

"Oh, take your time?" Ziwei Ruanjian said contemptuously, "You plan to hide in this ghostly place for five years? Ten years?"

"Waste the best time?"

"San Tiaoxi, has anyone ever told you that you won't live past 30?"

This sentence was like thunder in the daytime, knocking San Tiaoxi into a dizzy state. When he suddenly heard the sad news that he was dying, no matter who he was, he would lose his mind for a moment.San Tiaoxi is not bad, he quickly recovered his senses and said: "No one has said that, but who can say that I will definitely live past 30 years old?"

"The world is ever-changing and unpredictable, Ziwei, I'm just an ordinary person, I just want to live a little easier in my limited life."

Ziwei Ruanjian's eyes suddenly darkened, and his words were sarcastically: "I didn't expect you to see it quite openly, but if I tell Gu Jian about this, what about other people here?"

"Especially those swords, will they commit crimes against you in order to keep you forever, and try their best to hide you?"

"You won't." Santiaoxi looked at him and repeated: "You won't."

"Hmph." Ziwei soft sword snorted coldly, and walked towards Santiaoxi, while walking, slowly drew out the soft sword at her waist.

Santiaoxi stood there calmly, calmly watching Ziwei soft sword completely draw out the soft sword in his hand, and aimed at him with the shimmering edge of the sword.

"Actually, I can hand it over to you directly. It doesn't matter whether you agree or not." Ziwei Ruanjian said with twinkling eyes.

"Then can I ask the reason?" Santiaoxi asked calmly, as if the sharp knife on the heart did not exist.

"I can't use up what my predecessors gave me, and I just kindly share it with you."

"Is it a lie?"

"You can think what you want, but I've made it!"

As soon as Ziwei Ruanjian finished speaking, the blade of the long sword in his hand burst into light. The light was the purple that Santiaoxi was familiar with. However, before Santiaoxi had time to think, Ziwei Ruanjian pierced his heart with the long sword!

... It's strange that Santiaoxi didn't feel any pain, he lowered his head in surprise, the blade did not enter his body, but there wasn't a drop of blood left where it penetrated, and the light from the sword was continuously entering him body of.

Santiaoxi raised his head, he wanted to see Ziwei Ruanjian's face, but then his mind was filled with bursting pain.

Santiaoxi showed pain on his face, his eyes were closed tightly, Ziwei soft sword knocked him unconscious with a knife in his hand, Santiaoxi went limp, and was caught by Ziwei soft sword.

Ziwei soft sword hugged Santiaoxi, staring at Santiaoxi's wound for a long time, when the purple light gradually dimmed, Ziwei soft sword pulled out the blade.

The body of the silver sword was as clean as before, without any trace of blood, while the clothes around San Tiaoxi's heart were intact, without any trace left.

Ziwei Ruanjian tied the long sword back to her waist, bent down and picked up Santiaoxi, opened the door and sent him back to his bedroom.

"What did you do to Xi?!" As soon as Santiao Xi was put on the bed, a black sword silently touched the vital point of Ziwei's soft sword throat.

The figure of Gu Jian escaped from the darkness, his ice blue eyes were as sharp as knives.

"You want to fight with me here?" Even though the vital point was pointed at, Ziwei Soft Sword still mocked without changing expression.

Gu Jian suppressed his anger, his face sank like water, and his whole body was like a ferocious beast ready to go.

Facing Gu Jian's hostility, Ziwei Ruanjian was unafraid, and even had the heart to watch his jokes.

"It's in vain for you to claim to be his protector, but where were you just now?"

Gu Jian's hand holding the hilt tightened, and the edge of the sword moved forward a bit, and if it got closer, it would be able to pierce into the flesh of Ziwei's soft sword.

The emotions in the icy blue eyes were surging like waves, and Gu Jian stared closely at the Ziwei soft sword, and with a shake of his hand, he took the black sword back.

"Come down!" Gu Jian asked to fight with awe-inspiring killing intent.

"Heh!" Ziwei responded with her soft sword.

On the other side, the Daguang Room is very lively at this time.

Sanjo Xi didn't come tonight, but Ranto Shiro, the most famous beauty blogger on Honmaru's network, wants to show his skills. He cut Hasebe to cover the two giant panda eyes on his face. Dao Jian, who likes to be lively, also came over, wanting to see what kind of ghost Ranto Shiro can turn Hasebe into.

"What the hell! I'm the famous beauty blogger MISS on the Internet! I can transform a person to the point where I don't even know her! I know the essence of Korean plastic surgery! Don't underestimate me, or I'll make Hasebe Huacheng Zongzo will show you!" Ranto Shiro threatened viciously with his hands on his hips.

The reliable elder brother of the Awataguchi family, Ichishin, saw that Sosan Zuowen and Yaki Hasebe's faces were darkened, and he coughed lightly to stop Rantoshiro from lighting the fire: "Ran!"

In the first phase, the other daggers in Awataguchi urged Rantoshiro to act quickly, but there was a discordant voice: "Ran, can you turn His Highness Hasebe into Ziwei-san?"

"Ahem!" "Puff!"

There were coughing and spraying sounds everywhere in the big room, and the little dagger who asked this question was a blockbuster.

Shinano Toshiro patted Baoding Toshiro on the head beside him: "Bao Ding, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!"

Yiqi Yizhen, who has always loved his younger brother, did not stop him at this time, but agreed: "Bao Ding, you should be a quiet audience first."