Grass and blades were flying in the forest, Zhao Ning leaned his back against the tree, the soft sword in his sleeve unsheathed, and the sword light swept across the masked man's throat. She was panting, sweat beading on her forehead - what she had hidden for the past ten years was finally revealed.
"Okay, I'll take the guy with me." Xiao Che punched the man behind him, his knuckles were red, and he didn't look like he was showing off his usual generosity.
Zhao Ning didn't answer. Seeing that he was entangled by two people and his waist was free, he raised his hand and pulled out the silver hairpin and threw it over: "Go on!"
The silver hairpin flew through the wind, and Xiao Che caught it with his backhand, stabbing it accurately into the attacker's arm. He shook his hand, pinched the bloody hairpin and smiled: "Your hairpin is more powerful than you."
"It's better than the prince's fist being as hard as losing a bet." Zhao Ning sheathed his sword, the weakness on his face long gone.
There was a person lying on the ground. Xiao Che weighed the silver hairpin and Zhao Ning straightened his messy hair. No one mentioned the word "pretend".
The wind blew through the forest tops, causing their clothes to fly.
This scene can't go on anymore.
