Mo Zhiling walked up to Li Yucheng carrying Chixiao and Chunjun swords. Li Yucheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
"Leave the sword and leave as you please."
She put Chunjun down, turned around and left.
"Stop," Li Yucheng stopped her, "leave Chi Xiao here too."
She glared at her, threw Chi Xiao down, and left without looking back.
"Stop!" Li Yucheng looked at her with a faint smile and his cunning eyes:
"If the man stays, so will the sword."
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This is the story of a lazy girl cultivating immortality
White hair hangs three thousand feet in the sky, smiling at everything in the world
I am willing to accompany you all the way to grow old,
But I don't want Qionglou Yuyu to travel far away with a sword, I just want,
A pair of swords for life.