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When the sword tip touched Bi Fang's pale and paper-white forehead, Chu Xiao's hand suddenly froze and paused, and his lower lip was bitten and bled.
It was at this moment of hesitation that the long sword was released from his hand, and the blade was reversed. Dull pain came from his chest. A hole was pulled out of the plain white gown, and the sound of the tearing cloth was extremely harsh.
Chu Xiao raised his eyes and met the young man's blood-red eyes. His facial features were clear and handsome, his lines were soft, and his softness made people have the urge to embrace him.
The young man's originally dry and empty eyes suddenly burst out with some kind of light the moment they came into contact with Chu Xiao. The hand holding the sword stopped, and it was clear that just one inch away would be Chu Xiao's fatal point.
Her thin lips parted slightly, and her voice was hoarse like an old man's: "... My name is Bifang."
"Don't you always show mercy to monsters?".;
Chu Xiao's fingertips gently rubbed the rim of the white jade cup, his eyes lowered and fell on the window pane, and his voice was so low that it was drowned in the wind: "I don't know."
"Gods and demons have different paths." The man in a light blue gown gently tapped the wooden table with his bamboo fan, sighing softly.
"... I have been possessed by the devil for a long time." He was determined and clear.
Wen Jin closed the fan, put it into his arms, raised his hand, took a sip of tea, and said slowly and leisurely: "Bewitched? But you have lived through all your lives, which one was possessed by him?" It was equally clear and sure.
Chu Xiao's heart ached again.
"Bifang, I like you." Chu Xiao turned around and hugged Bi Fang gently, burying his shoulders into Bi Fang's neck.
"I like it very much... I like it very much... I always like it."