Ling Jueding, leader of the martial arts alliance, has been having a headache recently.
Because his predecessor and current one set up a Shura field in front of his house.
The current Hua Zhaoshui is the white-haired beauty he picked up from the snow.
Liu Fufeng was weak and would cough when he saw him. When giving medicine, he always asked him to blow it with his own hands to cool it.
His predecessor, Yun Shuying, was the sworn brother he had brought up.
Cold and arrogant, she sneered when she saw him and always liked to bring up old scores when speaking.
Today, the two men met in a narrow way at the gate of the Alliance Leader's Mansion.
Hua Zhaoshui held her hand on the door frame and coughed lightly: "Master Yun is here to find the alliance leader? He took care of me last night. He slept late and hasn't gotten up yet..."
Yun Shuying held her sword and sneered: "Care? When he took care of me for three days and three nights without closing his eyes, you didn't know where you were drinking the wind."
Ling Jueding rushed out of the room without even combing his hair: "Wait! Let me explain -"
They both turned to look at him at the same time.
Hua Zhaoshui's eyes turned red: "My dear friend, tell him, did you only warm my hands last night?"
Yun Shuying raised her eyebrows: "Ling Jueding, did you say back then that you would only comb your hair for me in this life?"
Ling Jueding: "..."
Is it too late for him to go back and bury himself in the snow?
Intention: Real power is not to control everything, but to have the courage to deliver everything to the person who can control you.
