Bei Xuefeiyi Dao

When I was eighteen years old, I was practicing swordplay in the backyard when my childhood sweetheart, my senior sister, attacked me with a pine cone. After one move back, she became furious and attacked again, Xuan Jin's fingers fighting with Xiao Yu Feihua's hands. When she fell, I hugged her with one arm. My sister came over to see this scene, and before she could stop her teasing eyes - the housekeeper suddenly told her father with a pale face that the master was seriously injured and unconscious at the back door. The excitement of the birthday banquet in the front hall solidified into ice. In the master's open palm with difficulty, a golden feather with a blood groove burned my eyes.