Cute Scripture of Mountains and Seas

Mei Xue was stunned, he never expected that the girl who woke up would give him such a kiss, green and sweet, it was a light kiss from the girl's heart, like the taste of sour lemon.

The girl was also stunned. After the boundary between dreams and reality was broken, her long-standing will, which was harder than steel, could not handle this situation, so that she fell into complete chaos.

So, Mei Xue saw a very cute scene.

When she just woke up, her eyes were dim, and she looked like she was half asleep, but after kissing him, holding him and pushing him to the ground, she was taken aback suddenly, and then her cheeks turned red.

That shy and flustered posture is like a small apple, so lovable.

"Bang!" A certain factor in Mei Xue's body woke up again after a long absence, it was a feeling of heartbeat, an impulse that could not be turned a blind eye to such a lovely girl.

Great Free Wisdom Sword! Mei Xue hurriedly contacted the sword of wisdom sleeping in the lake of her heart, trying to cut off the heartbeat that shouldn't appear, and kill the germ that shouldn't appear in the cradle.

However, this time, the Great Free Wisdom Sword did not respond to Mei Xue's voice, because this Bodhi Wisdom Sword, which represents the light of wisdom, helped Mei Xue complete the comprehension of the way of life, death, dryness and glory not long ago, and it is now dimly in Mei Xue's heart. During the recuperation, there is no way to come out and swing the sword to cut love for the time being.

This... what should I do? Seeing the useless Da Zi Zai Hui Sword, Mei Xue was dumbfounded.

The feeling of heartbeat came like a tide, it was sweet, sour, the most beautiful feeling in the world, the best love mood in the world, just looking at the shy girl's expression from a close distance, Mei Xue fell into it.

Ah, it really doesn't work! Mei Xue tried very hard to remind herself to be calm, to be wise, and to forget these troubles.

But this kind of thing can't be done by oneself alone, which has been proved as early as the nine hundred and ninety-nine broken loves.

He has such a physique, he will easily fall in love with beautiful and outstanding girls, and then pursue them hard, no matter what the result is, he will always act until he fails completely.

"Well, are you okay?" She obviously didn't want to be so indecisive, and she didn't want to speak so softly. She should have left gracefully, but Mei Xue took the initiative to reach out her hand to the girl and stroked her forehead.

The power of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter begins to cycle again, exuding endless power to soothe the physically and mentally exhausted girl.

Sure enough, is it still a dream? The girl wanted to deceive herself like this, telling herself that none of this was true.

She is not allowed to have love for children, let alone indulge in tenderness, because she knows how cruel and bloody this world is, no matter what era it is.

The war, the war has never ended, so she will be reborn again and again, because the seas and mountains need such a sword, a sword that can shock all the heavens.

This world is not gentle at all.

But, why, when that hand stroked his forehead, he didn't want to bounce it away at all. In this warm atmosphere, it seemed that even the lingering bloody smell on his body disappeared.

Sure enough, this was still a dream, something that shouldn't have appeared, a dream that was too gentle.

"Let's take a break." Mei Xue smiled slightly, took the girl's hand, and sat side by side with her on the ruins at the edge of the battlefield.

In front of the two of them was the scorched land and the sky that still smelled of gunpowder smoke. It was the traces left after the battle between the spotted demon and the girl who was the sword of heaven. It was like a doomsday scene.

However, the two people standing in front of this doomsday scenery at this moment seemed unbelievably soft, and Mei Xue's eyes became softer little by little. They were eyes that doted on the girl she liked, and could even be said to be doting.

And the girl who was stared at by such eyes, the originally hard and courageous eyes also softened a little bit, and finally turned into thick sweetness, sitting quietly beside Mei Xue, holding hands with him and looking at the world Doomsday scenery.

If this is a dream, then she can have a little extravagance, only here, only at this time.

Even if this place is really a dream of the end of the world, she can still embrace this little bit of tenderness, can't she?

"I'm Mei Xue, what's your name?" On Mei Xue's fingertips, the Four Seasons Dragon Jade complemented each other, emitting the power of vitality naturally, healing the ruined land.

"My name...a name that belongs to me..." The girl looked blankly at Mei Xue beside her, she didn't know what to say.

Because, she is not human, nor does she have a human name.

She is the Heavenly Sword, between the heavens of the seas and mountains, the Heavenly Sword that carries the will of the seas and mountains. Since she was conscious, she was the Heavenly Sword, without a human name.

However, now she wants to have a name of her own.

"Don't you have a name?" Mei Xue didn't know about the past of the Heavenly Sword Girl, but he didn't care about that, because all he liked was this girl who had burdened too much and suffered too much damage.

In the glimpse of the wilderness, he saw too many sad things, the icy landscape where he could not even see a little hope.

"Then, I'll get you one."

"How about Xue'er, generous and sweet." Mei Xue began to work hard.

The girl frowned, as if thinking of something bad, in many, many senses.

"Then Jiemei, Yelian, Furong, Hongmian..."

With a sound of "Shua!", an invisible blade appeared on Mei Xue's neck, looking at Mei Xue coldly.

"Or, Wenwen, Yueyue..."

"I have a name." The girl finally couldn't stand Mei Xue's ability to pick a name.

"Huh?" Mei Xue looked at the girl in surprise, and found that her eyes were not joking.

"My name... the name of this era is..." The girl's eyes became incomparably ethereal, incomparably distant, as if they wanted to suck the soul of a person into them.

"The sound of the sword, the sound of the Heavenly Sword, the sound of the Xuanyuan sword."

"Xuanyuan?" Mei Xue heard a famous surname in Zhuhai Qunshan, which is the exclusive surname of the number one swordsman family in Zhuhai Qunshan.

"That's right, Xuanyuan of the Xuanyuan clan, Xuanyuan of the Supreme Heavenly Sword." Jianyin's eyes returned to calm. This is indeed the name of a human being in her era.

"You belong to Xuanyuan Jianying..." Both of them are of Xuanyuan clan's bloodline, and their swordsmanship is equally extraordinary, Mei Xue doesn't think it's just a coincidence.

"Xuanyuan Jianying, he is..." There was a trace of sadness and pity in Jianyin's eyes, and then he sighed:

"It's my younger brother."