No wonder Wuji was suspicious, how did she, a little girl, get here in this wilderness?
It would be a bit unreasonable to say that she is a young lady from a big family who has gained experience. I have never seen a young lady from any family in the mainland who doesn't even have the slightest bit of internal strength.
These big aristocratic families usually have their own precious inner strength training methods, which are taught to their children as soon as they are born. How could it be possible for someone like Xuanhuang to be able to run and jump without even a trace of inner strength?
"Bring this person here." A cold and cold voice sounded softly, as if swallowing a piece of ice cream in the summer, it was very chilling to the heart.
Xuanhuang was pulled by his delicate little arms and pushed to the front of the crowd.
The white-clothed young man in the circle was holding a jade flute and looking at her solemnly. The strong wind blew up and ruffled a corner of his clothes, and the threads flew away. He was not an immortal, but he was better than an immortal.
The two looked at each other, and their eyes suddenly crossed.
Until many years later, Xuanhuang slept long and hard at night, his jade pillow wet with tears. This delicate person, with his beautiful cold eyes, still lingered in his heart without fading...
That was a very handsome young man.
The brows are jade-like and graceful, with a touch of gentleness flowing through them, and an ethereal and elegant feeling exuding all over her body.
He is noble, handsome, and behaves calmly. Even though his clothes are ordinary and not luxurious, he can't conceal his graceful and dignified demeanor that radiates from the inside out.
Standing in front of you so indifferently, I feel a majestic feeling of swallowing mountains and rivers across the sun and moon.
It's just that such a thin and delicate person gives people such a shocking feeling.
Xuanhuang has to look up to everyone now, which makes her very depressed.
The young man looked at her coldly with his judging eyes. He pursed his lips tightly without making a sound, and a serious and murderous pressure was released, which immediately sent a chill to Xuanhuang's heart.
It was extremely uncomfortable to have her breath blocked, and she managed to suppress the surge of blood.
Despite this, Xuanhuang still didn't say a word. He stared straight at the young man in front of him with his cold eyes. He stood upright and sharp, with his heels firmly planted on the ground, without taking a step back.
"Master!" Wuji glanced at the bloodshot eyes overflowing from the corners of Xuanhuang's lips. He was secretly frightened and couldn't help but admire him.
Over the years, he has never seen anyone stand so upright in front of his master, never yielding even under strong pressure.
The perseverance of a girl is bright and charming, dazzling like the hottest flame in the sky.
The young man's eyes relaxed slightly, and there was a slight appreciation in his eyes. He withdrew his outward pressure and looked at her calmly, "What's your name?"