Zhu Yunqiao was born into a family of utensil makers. She was pampered since childhood, and gained a reputation as a genius at a young age.
The "Sha" in Guita, which had not recognized its owner for seventy years, responded to her. She got it and changed her name first.
"Xueji washes the ice string." She said with a smile, "If something unlucky comes to me, it will be auspicious."
Then, after seventy-eight breaths, all twelve monuments were broken.
The record that had been hanging for three years was originally written by Yue Yan. She was temporarily blinded after sheathing her sword, but still turned her face to follow the voice: "Look for me, has my name been ranked above yours?"
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Zhu Yunqiao likes to try Yue Yan's sword very much.
Yue Yan's gun likes her very much.
In the ladder finals, she forced him to change his shooting direction one after another. Just as he was getting excited, a slight red oozed from the shallow wound on his palm.
Yue Yan suddenly raised his gun and turned to the referee: "I retreat."
After stepping down, she refused to let him hold her hand: "I haven't finished taking the new shot yet."
"As long as the gun anchors you, I can't take action against you again."
"You planted the gun."
"Well, it's me."
He recognized it simply and still stretched out his hand.
That night, Zhu Yunqiao knocked on his door with a wooden sword. The third time, the tip of the sword touched his clothes first, and she finally laughed.
Yue Yan put away the wooden pole, but she did not leave.
The lamp on the eaves was not extinguished, so she put down her sword and stood closer to him, with a winning look on her face.
"The sword test is over, there is one more thing."
"Yue Yan, do you like me?"
Intention: Cherish yourself and the people you love.