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Chapter 1831 Chapter 17 White Chapter [-] [Shangxie] Little master, don't be too sad
But what's the use?
From the very beginning, Xia Fuyi was a person who would not give up until he achieved his goal. Even though Linglong Pavilion was protected by the sect master's personal guards from that day on, not letting off even a single mosquito, they still couldn't stop Jiange A one-hit-kill surprise attack by the pavilion master.

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It was the seventh day after Xia Fuyan's death.

For seven whole days, Xia Fuyan never left Fuyi Pavilion again, but only three inches of Fuyi Pavilion, like a hole in the sky, made the entire Tianji Gate fall into a deadly silent tension.

The oppressive and dangerous atmosphere quietly spread across the entire Misty Mountain. Whether it was Jiange, Hongshuang Pavilion or other places, the disciples in the sect were all in danger. As for the heavily protected Linglong Pavilion, it was even more oppressive. The wife hardly dared to breathe while walking.

At this time, many people were shocked to understand Xia Fuyi's deterrent power in the entire Tianji Gate, but Xia Fuyi himself, who caused all these chain reactions, seemed not to be aware of it at all.

Every day, he practiced sword as usual, ate and slept as usual, and taught the apprentices who were recruited two years ago as usual.

The apprentice's name is Mu Ningqing, and he is the adopted son of the previous Pavilion Master.

Or, not so much an adopted son as a sandbag and a punching bag.

Therefore, Mu Ningqing didn't have any resentment towards this girl who killed her adoptive father and took the position of pavilion master, and even felt a little grateful - the devil knows what kind of life he lived like a pig and dog when his adoptive father was still alive.

To him, Xia Fuyi was not only his unsmiling little master, but also his benefactor who rescued him from the darkness.

Although he didn't show it.

The young boy is still at the stage of "using clumsy ways to attract the attention of people he likes", so the way he and Xia Fuyi get along on weekdays are always one-sided provocations and finding faults.

But since Xia Fuyan's death, this young man who was always poor-mouthed no longer dared to speak much in front of her, and became cautious in every word and action, even though his little master looked the same as before.

On the seventh day, a few drops of rain suddenly fell over the sword practice field.

Mu Ningqing didn't dare to be distracted at all, because the girl's sword light was still sharp and lightning-fast.

The raindrops fell on her hair and eyelashes, and they were all wet in a blink of an eye, but the sword lights were still intertwined quickly, and the sound of clanging and the increasing sound of rain rang out among the flapping clothes.

In the end, the sword tip touched the boy's neck like cold dew.

A drop of rain slapped on it, making his neck icy cold, as if it had been pierced into the flesh by a sharp blade.

The boy didn't dare to move.

The rain splashed and drenched his long hair and long clothes, as well as the girl opposite.

After a while, the cold sword tip was slowly retracted by the master, Mu Ningqing took a fierce breath, and finally began to adjust the breath she had held for a long time.

"You go back,"

The girl's cold voice came from the rain, and he looked up, only to see two wet and drooping eyelashes, which were black and dull against the snow-white skin, showing a shocking beauty.

Mu Ningqing's heart skipped a beat, but she remembered what the sect master said, to follow the little master well, and it's best not to leave every step.

He remained silent, Xia Fuyi looked up at him.

That glance was very quiet, the pupils were dark and moist as if soaked in water in the rain, a drop of water hanging from the black eyelashes dripped down under this lift of the eyes, and disappeared into the vast rain, but it seemed to be ruthless. It slammed into the heart of the person, making a clear slap——

(End of this chapter)