An Alternative Way for African Chiefs to Stand Up

Fortunately, Green Bamboo Stick has a lot of friends in the rivers and lakes, and I found a friend to borrow some gold leaves, and the few of them can barely live.

Tired from the trouble during the day, they reserved three rooms, one for Chu Wan, and the other two for the four of them.

"Thinking of the scenery you and I had in the past, in the martial arts..." Tu Long took a sip of tea, thinking of the current situation, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Yitian threw the book to him, wiped the sword of love, and said to Chu Wan: "Are you still used to this place?"

"Well, it's good." Chu Wan thought it would be nice to have a place to sleep. After all, they are really poor.

"There will be better ones." Yi Tian put his sword back into its sheath, and the words he said were reassuring.

Chu Wan asked: "Then just tell me if you need me."

Tu Long came up and patted Chu Wan on the shoulder boldly: "Tomorrow, we will go to the Cultivation Valley. The two of us have already stopped at this level for a long time."

Chu Wan wanted to touch her liver.

Of course I chose to agree.

night.

Chu Wan couldn't sleep for some reason, staring at the hazy moonlight outside the small window, her thoughts drifted away.

A drop of viscous liquid splashed on her face.

She touched her face, and looked carefully by the dim candlelight, and found that it was blood.

She swallowed, feeling that shouting and screaming would only make her die faster, pinched her thigh to force herself to calm down, and looked over the beam.

Someone was lying on his side, with his hair falling down, supporting himself with one hand, looking very leisurely.

"Who?" Chu Wan didn't dare to say it out loud, so she had to lower her voice.

Hearing this, the man turned over and jumped down, and landed lightly on the ground without making a sound.

The candlelight illuminated his face like a ghost, seductively, the tall and thin figure and the cold eyes, which were familiar could not be more familiar.

The person who looks like Ziwei soft sword is suspected to be a twin brother.

After Chu Wan saw his face clearly, she was thinking about how to escape and her last words by the way.

It was too late to run.

How could she be so unlucky?

She took a few steps back, trying to pick up something to resist for a while, but this small broken inn is extremely stingy and shabby, except for the table, there is not even a decoration.

Overturn the table, it is estimated that she will be the next one to be overturned.

Just die.

She flipped the table over.

Ziwei soft sword held her hand tightly, watching her submit bit by bit: "It's you."

"You...recognized the wrong person." Chu Wan tried her best to lower her head as if I didn't know you.

"It does look a little different."

Ziwei Ruanjian saw that half of Chu Wan's face was covered with traces of blood, unable to tell whether it was pleasure or something else, she showed a very cold smile, and reached out to touch Chu Wan's bloody half of her face.

The bloodstains dried up.

He was swallowed by a poisonous snake, and when he was alone and helpless, he could only rely on his own strength to burst out of the snake's belly. The same kind of blood dried up on his face...

A weak but useful woman, he was a little interested.

Dream seeker, use it for him.

"What's your name?" He emphasized the word name.

Chu Wan didn't understand what he was going to do, and suddenly looked very tender, but what the hell did he do.For the sake of her life, she said her name.

"Ziwei soft sword," Ziwei soft sword put down her hand and whispered in her ear, "Your strength is really not worth mentioning."

When Chu Wan heard the words Ziwei Ruanjian, her heart exploded.

It was miserable when I was a child, which led to excessive pursuit of strength when I grew up in the second year. Fortunately, I have a good face and a good voice, so I was not regarded as a strange flower, but became very popular because of the story behind it.This was Chu Wan's first impression of Ziwei Ruanjian.

However, originally he was just a proud person, but it is really... pitiful to become like this.

After knowing who he was, Chu Wan was not afraid anymore.

"I'm trying to make my life meaningful." This is what everyone pursues, um, although this line is really chubby, but Ziwei Ruanjian, talking about vulgar truths won't work.

"Okay, prove it to me." Ziwei soft sword stood at the window and said.

Chu Wan looked at the blood that he dragged out as he walked: ...

He also came out to do things with injuries, and sure enough...it was a soft sword of Ziwei.

"Are you sure you're okay? There's so much blood..." Chu Wan added this sentence in her heart, even scarier than her aunt.

Ziwei Ruanjian snorted coldly and raised her chin: "How could I be hurt by others."

"Huiji will be hurt." Chu Wan couldn't help saying.

The past carried by Ziwei Ruanjian is no other than pain and blood, tears and hatred.

His cleverness made him stand firm, but he fell hard again, and he could never come back in the past years.

What should the Ziwei soft sword look like back then?If it is cherished by the master, it will be passed down as a treasure from generation to generation, why is it so?

"Everyone will be hurt, no matter how powerful you are." After all, this is still her favorite sword, and it can help a little.

Ziwei Ruanjian remembered that his so-called master once said the same: "Huiji will be hurt."

He was convinced then.

The windy and rainy days under the cliff slowly erased this memory.

Memories of the past come out of the cocoon.

"There will always be someone who will cherish you," Chu Wan looked at Ziwei Soft Sword, "Strength is only a part of you."

Chu Wan was ashamed of her talk.

"What do you know?" Ziwei Ruanjian questioned Chu Wan with a trembling voice, looking sharp and desolate under the black sky behind her.

"I don't understand."

"But you're too smart."

"This sharp sword hurt yourself."

"Live more like a normal person."

At the end of the talk, Chu Wan had nothing to say, what else could she say, this kind of deep hatred will not be solved for a while, let's see how Ziwei Ruanjian's self-healing ability is.

It should be, it's not that good... well, well, if she is still alive, talk a lot more.

Ziwei soft sword jumped from the window, ran between the eaves and left with light kung fu.

Those words still echoed in my mind.

"Huiji will be hurt."