After many years, this is the second time that Jing Che has set out from Jiahuang Mountain to Miaojiang. She is standing at the end of the sword of Longyuan White Sword, and the red-clothed drums are clamoring in the wind, and continuous white clouds are shuttled through her feet.
The mountains and rivers in her sight were like ink and water, and she could see the god for no reason. I still remember that when she went back to Miaojiang for the first time many years ago, it was the first time she had resolutely disobeyed Baili Fengjian, but she made a big mistake because of her willfulness. As for Fu Ye who deceived her at that time... she would never forget that this person was the origin of her tragedy. After becoming a red shirt, she used some tricks to make him a big mistake, and her legs were broken and expelled from the imperial capital. She claimed that she had never been a generous person, and she did not regret what Fu Ye did. She also hated Xiao Jin and Baili Fengjian, but the former was too powerful and she could not kill him, and the latter could not shake him even more. After all, she was also a person who pretended to be a tiger and bullied the weak.
"What are you thinking, so trance?" Baili Fengma, who was standing at the sword tail, suddenly stood behind her at some point, and a low voice came from above her head.
Jing Che turned around and smiled faintly, "I'm thinking that there is no barrier here, how can I get out of it."
The fragrance of wine vaguely floated in the wind, and the lip of Baili Fengjian was lit up a few times. It seemed that he had drunk wine again.
In fact, she didn't quite understand why a rational person like Baili Fengjian was still addicted to alcohol. She was not without the taste of alcohol. It could make people escape from reality for a short time. It was a good thing, but what did he need to escape?
"I have a way," Baili Fengjian laughed jokingly, hugging his chest lazily, touching his chin with his thumb, "You can get out of here, no matter whether you live or die."
Jing Che's eyes looked down, and walking through the sky above ten thousand feet made her feel like she was floating and rootless. She knew that Baili Fengjian was a joke, but she was speechless in an instant. She stared at Baili Fengjian's eyes, so dark that the sea of clouds behind her was so beautiful, the sky of all the seas and the disasters of the six paths of reincarnation.
A smile appeared on Jing Che's mouth: "The sword saint's method sounds really good."
The raging wind sounded like a pair of invisible hands dispersing her long hair. She leaned back to the moment she was about to fall, and her posture was like a bird. In fact, Jing Che suddenly had a very willful idea at this moment. If she could give up all the burdens and burdens of her past life, she would die easily without caring about anything at this moment.
However, she knew that even if she poses as a bird, she is not a bird. She doesn't even have the right to choose life and death freely.
Baili Fengjian turned into a mysterious shadow and walked forward and hugged her waist hard. There was a panic that disappeared in his pupils. This time, he rarely smiled, stared at her mask, and said for a while, "Crazy."
Jing Che smiled, his voice scattered in the wind like sweet marshmallows: "I don't want to die yet, I know you don't want to."
Baili Fengjian narrowed his eyes: "Are you playing with me?"
"Don't you find it interesting to have a small bet?" The light and shadow of the pupils behind Jing Che's mask flowed, and they were dyed with unparalleled charm. "Hundred-Mile Sword Saint, I'm really curious. I've done so many things that I've been angry and resentful. If you don't kill me, don't torture me, and even save me, why is this?"
"Can the Sword Saint forget me because of the lingering love a thousand years ago?" Jing Che pretended to be enlightened, and then curled up the corner of his mouth sarcastically, "Ha, I think it's impossible, this kind of thing you are willing to prostitute and I am willing to prostitute..."
Baili Fengjian held Jingche's head and stopped her from leaving her arms. He frowned faintly and said slowly: "I thought you can be favored by Red Clothes, but I didn't expect that I was your first man, as a principled person as I am, and I always feel like I owe you something if I don't care for prostitution."