My Lady, Something is Wrong

Xia Chan, who was wearing a light green dress, stood there, holding a sword in her hand, and staring at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou stared blankly at her, thinking that this girl must have seen her imitating her moves in class just now, her cheeks became hot, and she said, "Miss Xia Chan, when did you come?"

Holding the sword, Xia Chan stood there with a pretty face and did not respond.

Luo Qingzhou picked up the stone from the ground and said, "Did you throw it?"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly threw it back at her and said, "I'll give it back to you."

"Zheng!"

With a flash of coldness, the flying stone was split in half and fell to the ground.

Luo Qingzhou didn't even see her drawing and withdrawing her sword, only heard a voice.

Obviously, she drew and drew the sword too fast, the two voices seemed to come out at the same time!

Luo Qingzhou was secretly speechless.

I haven't seen this girl fight for a few days, it seems that her sword is faster!

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to use the ax again, and when he was about to take the sword back to the house, Xia Chan suddenly walked down the steps, walked towards him, and said in a cold voice: "Still me."

"what?"

Luo Qingzhou stared at her blankly.

Xia Chan stopped in front of him, holding the sword in her hand, looked at him coldly and said, "Stab."

Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, and said, "Xia Chan, although your speed is fast, is this too close? I'm afraid...Huh?"

Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared.

"boom!"

Immediately, a small foot suddenly stretched out from behind and kicked his butt firmly.

Luo Qingzhou turned around suddenly.

"Stab me."

Xia Chan stood behind him and said coldly again.

Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate any longer, he clenched the sword in his hand, and stabbed with a "shua".

Xia Chan leaned slightly to avoid the edge of his sword, and the scabbard in her hand had already reached his throat at some point.

Luo Qingzhou immediately stepped back, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, rushed over suddenly, and slashed down with a "shua".

Xia Chan suddenly appeared on his right side, and the scabbard in her hand pressed against his throat again silently.

Luo Qingzhou was secretly startled.

This girl is so fast!

I don't know what kind of exercises she has practiced these days, but it is obviously stronger than before.

Luo Qingzhou paused, looked at the little girl under the eaves, and said, "Qiu'er, go out first, close the courtyard door, and go play with Xiaodie, you are not needed here."

Qiu'er was stunned for a moment, then quickly said: "Oh, yes."

She didn't dare to ask any more questions, and immediately went down the steps, walked out the door quickly, and closed the courtyard door.

"Is sister Xia Chan teaching my uncle how to practice sword?"

She thought to herself.

in the courtyard.

The afternoon sun fell lazily on the two of them.

The breeze blows, and the petals are flying.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the cold girl in front of him, suddenly his temperament changed, he became fierce, he clenched his fists and said, "Chanchan, you know my uncle's secret, thank you for not telling anyone else. Today, my uncle decided to use my uncle's real secret." I will compete with you to let you know how powerful my uncle is! If you offend me, please don’t blame my uncle, is that okay?"

Xia Chan looked at him coldly, took two steps back, clenched the sword in her hand, and said, "Yes."

Luo Qingzhou carefully placed the sword in his hand on the stone table beside him.

Immediately, he walked over and stood three meters away from her, his eyes fixed, his whole body tensed, he clenched his fists, and reminded: "Chanchan, be careful, uncle's fist is not a vegetarian. One punch Go down, and you may cry for a long time!"

Xia Chan: "Oh."

Luo Qingzhou felt that she was underestimated by this little girl, so she decided not to hide her secrets any more. She bent her knees and arched her body slightly. The internal force in her body surged, her fascia and muscles tensed up, and she was ready to shoot out, straight to her body!

Unexpectedly, at this time, Xia Chan suddenly said coldly: "No, sprinkle lime."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

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Tonight is gone, gone, gone, gone...

Chapter 262 The Warmth in the Study Room

"Whoosh!"

The duel begins.

"Forehead……"

The duel is over.

Luo Qingzhou had just kicked off, and before his fist had time to punch out, the sharp point of the sword had already touched his neck.

A trace of cold, cold skin.

"again!"

He put away his fist and took a few steps back.

Then he bowed his body, clenched his fists again, fixed his eyes on the figure in front of him, and said, "Start!"

As soon as the words fell, he rushed out like a sharp arrow with a "whoosh" sound!

But the figure in front had disappeared.

The back of his neck felt cold, and the sharp point of the sword had already touched his skin.

He froze in place, and his raised fist dropped powerlessly.

"Come again!"

"..."

The neck on the side was cold, and the tip of the sword touched it again...

Luo Qingzhou finally couldn't help but said: "Chanchan, can you slow down a little bit? At least, let me punch out once first?"

Xia Chan put away her sword and said coldly, "You are too slow."

Luo Qingzhou was dejected, and said: "I admit that I am slow. But can you let me, let me punch you a few times? Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable."

"Ah."

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, her pretty face was cold, and she didn't show any intention of giving in.

Luo Qingzhou sighed, not wanting to be humiliated anymore, put away his fist, went to pick up the sword, went back to the room and said: "I won't play with you anymore, it's boring."

Xia Chan stood in the courtyard, looked at his back, paused, and suddenly said, "I, let you."

Luo Qingzhou walked to the eaves, turned to look at her and said, "Tell me not to play with you anymore."

After speaking, he entered the house.

The sword was sheathed and put into the storage bag.

Immediately, he entered the study and closed the door.

The house was quiet.

In the courtyard, there was also silence.

The breeze blows, and the petals are flying on the peach tree.

The girl under the tree held the sword and stood there for a long time, then Fang lowered his head, put the sword into the sheath, turned and left.

Just two steps away, the study window suddenly opened.

Luo Qingzhou's voice came from the window: "Xia Chan, can you grind ink?"

Xia Chan paused, stared blankly, turned her head, and was about to shake her head when Luo Qingzhou said again: "I want to write, and no one will help me grind the ink, so I can't do it alone. If you can, come in and help my uncle." a bit."

Xia Chan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Come in quickly."

Luo Qingzhou shouted.

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, went up the steps, and walked into the house.

He stopped at the door of the study.

She looked at the shoes at the door and began to hesitate again.

"Squeak..."

The door opens.

Luo Qingzhou appeared inside and said, "Take off your shoes and come in, why are you dawdling?"

Xia Chan glanced at him, then glanced at the spotless white carpet in the study room, and the decorations filled with the scent of books, slightly lowered her head, and said hesitantly, "I...I, don't go in...ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou suddenly squatted down, picked up one of her legs, and skillfully helped her take off her shoes, revealing a slender little foot in snow-white socks.

"you……"

"What are you? It's not like my uncle didn't help you off that night under the bridge."

Luo Qingzhou took it for granted, then picked up her other foot and helped her take off the shoe.

Then without any explanation, he pulled her in.

Immediately, the door was closed.

Xia Chan stood at the door, clenched the sword in her hand, two blushes were dyed on her pretty face, bit her pink lips, and wanted to fight back and cover up with cold eyes, but the other party had already turned around and walked to the window In front of the desk in front of her, she sat down with her back facing her, and urged, "Come on, I'm going to write."