Lengao Sword Spirit, Husband, are you good or bad?

Chapter 16 Controlling Spiritual Blood
Yunse gets up for a run every morning, does high-intensity exercise, and spends time in the library whenever she has free time.

She has read half of the ancient books inside, and the most urgent thing is to find the ancient sword spirit in hand.

Yun Se was practicing sword in the yard, frowning.I can still remember the swordsmanship I learned in my previous life, but this place is always not connected smoothly.

Qi Ting watched from the side, the young lady had practiced for three hours, she hadn't even drank any saliva, and her back was already soaked in sweat.

"Miss, do you want to take a break?"

Yunse ignored her, this set of sword skills was discovered in a cave, she happened to go in and learned it, and there was still a section to learn later.

After practicing all afternoon, I still didn't knead that place smoothly.But she clearly remembers dancing like this...

"The branches are too light." A cold voice suddenly came from the roof.

Yun Se was startled and immediately looked up, only to see Mo Fei sitting on the roof, wearing black clothes and looking calm, with her hair lightly raised, she was sitting steadily like a sword.

With just one glance, Yunse immediately turned her head, and the memory of that day when his cold fingers brushed her lower lip appeared in her mind...

When did he come here?

Have you been sitting there watching her?

Yun Se clenched the branch in her hand, desperately restraining her emotions.

He is just a sword, without any emotion, even if he is sitting there, it is not because he wants to see her.

Stop being sentimental, how many times will you die before you give up!
"Miss! Mr. Mo Fei is talking to you!" Qi Ting winked, what a great opportunity, and he still hasn't firmly grasped it!
Yun Se glared at her, trying to ignore the indifferent gaze from the roof.

She is a person who refuses to admit defeat, the more she can't practice well, the more she has to do it.

Failed again, Yunse sweated more on her forehead, she was panting slightly, she wanted to show her best state in front of Mo Fei.

In his last life, he had always looked down on her, thinking that she was useless and a waste.

In this life, she doesn't want to do that again...

A gust of wind blew, and the light-colored petals fell one after another, messing up Yunse's long hair and fascinating her eyes.

The next moment, there was an extra black branch in her hand, which looked like a branch but was as heavy as black iron.

She practiced all afternoon, her arms and wrists were already trembling, but now she was so embarrassed that she couldn't lift them up, she glared at Mo Fei: "What do you mean?"

To humiliate her on purpose?Seeing that she can't even lift a branch?

Yunse took a deep breath, raised her right hand vigorously, frowned slightly, and bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth.

She has to pick it up!

Mo Fei stood upright as usual, cold and arrogant, expressionless, and had no intention of helping.

He looked at Yunse's appearance, his hair was slightly disheveled, his plain face was covered with sweat, and there was a stubbornness in his eyes.

This stubbornness had never appeared on her face before, and she suddenly became energetic.

He observed her for several days, and the innocent smile in the past did not appear again.

Every time I saw him, I no longer rushed towards him, but hid far away.

Mo Fei looked down and looked at her lower lip, which was already oozing blood.

Inadvertently frowning slightly, Mo Fei stepped in front of her, wrapped her arms around her slender waist, and raised her head.

Yunse's breath stagnates, and the scent he brought over in her nostrils looks at him in surprise: "Mo Fei! You..."

"It's bleeding." Mo Fei pinched her chin without any sympathy, as if she was talking about an ordinary thing.

There was a bang in Yunse's head, looking at Mo Fei who kept approaching, she almost lost her ability to speak.

The hands around her waist were cold and cold, like iron chains imprisoning her.

The same goes for the person in front of her.

Yun Se quickly licked off the blood: "It's gone!"

She avoided looking at Mo Fei, but the faint smell of blood in her mouth woke her up.

Mo Fei looked at her again warningly: "Your spirit control blood, don't waste it."

"I can't even feel my weak control spirit blood, so there's nothing to waste." Yun Se said mockingly.

She is a descendant of controlling spirit blood, but unfortunately she is too weak.

Mo Fei tightened her arms, a trace of suspicion flashed in her eyes.

Although Yun Se is a natural daughter, she has been bullied all the time, but he has never seen her feel down...

What's more, only the sword spirit can feel the boiling and coldness of Yu Ling's blood.

It has nothing to do with strength or weakness.

(End of this chapter)