The modulation of the other world is activated, and the bad woman cries miserably

She couldn't help but want to share this emotion with others.

As for the person she shared it with, it was naturally her best friend, Longla, who is in the same grade as her~!

However, when she turned her head, she found that her expression was calm.

There seemed to be no reaction.

If Nia-senpai and Shirohime-senpai were both older sisters, it wouldn't be surprising, but why did Oboro, who always looks socially anxious, react so calmly? !

She couldn't quite understand.

So he quietly poked Long's arm, carefully leaned over and whispered to her.

"Why didn't you guys react?"

Long turned around and looked at Violet in surprise.

Then I couldn't help coughing.

Kind of embarrassing.

After all, more daring people have done it, and now it’s just watching Senior Sister Xishiti kissing him, what’s the big deal.

But seeing the pure curiosity and confusion in Wang's eyes, Long was at a loss for words.

I don't know why I suddenly felt guilty, as if I was sorry for my allies.

Violet looked at Long's gradually red face, thinking about something.

It turns out that he was stunned and didn't react.

Violet thought she understood.

Over there, Sistie finally let go of Char, but still held his face with a faint smile in her eyes.

Xia Ya suddenly had a subtle feeling in his heart.

"I'm going."

Sistie said a gentle goodbye and turned to head towards the ring.

She came to keep a battle appointment.

The red-haired boy had an endless amount of sharpness on his face, but when he carried the heavy sword on his shoulder, he seemed a bit nonchalant and cool.

And Xishiti, who was standing opposite him, had a cold and indifferent expression, holding a sword in her hand, like a snow lotus on the top of an iceberg.

A sword fight is a collision between two different sword hearts.

Shisti felt very familiar with the red-haired boy's moves and swordsmanship.

Because this sword art comes from her father.

But now, she no longer needed to clumsily imitate his swordsmanship.

Now, Shisiti has her own sword art.

That was the sword art that her master had polished for her and that she had comprehended through her own perception and was unique to her and most suitable for her.

The heavy sword swung and swung with great force, carrying an indomitable spirit;

The saint in white veil was blindfolded, her figure graceful and agile, and the sword in her hand seemed to come alive and become a living dragon.

The result of this competition did not exceed Char's expectations.

Even though the brave warrior who traveled around the world was powerful, he was still not strong enough in front of the Sword Saint.

The battle was a complete crushing defeat!

The sound of the heavy sword falling to the ground was very loud. The red-haired boy took several steps back, his eyes always on Xishiti's face.

Xishiti did not press on to pursue the victory. She put her sword back to her waist and spoke in a faint voice.

"Still fighting?"

There was a trace of shock and admiration in the red-haired boy's eyes.

He covered his chest, and the blood and energy in his chest were boiling.

But he knew that if Xishiti had not shown mercy, his fate would be even worse.

He was defeated, and there is no doubt about his defeat.

After hearing what Xishiti said, he just shook his head with a look of regret.

"I can't beat you."

Although he lost, the red-haired boy was not discouraged.

"Although I can't beat you now, one day, I will surpass you."

The red-haired boy said this seriously, there was no provocation in his voice, just determination.

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked down the ring, approaching Morrison.

"I lost."

The red-haired boy lowered his head slightly, a hint of guilt in his voice.

However, Morrison did not look at him, but instead looked at Xishiti from a distance on the ring.

Chapter 181: The Sorrow of the Sword Saint, a Vicious Incident Outside the Plot

At this moment, he was just looking at Xishiti with a complicated expression.

But he was still talking to the red-haired boy.

"It's okay, that's enough."

The red-haired boy looked at Morrison, hesitating to speak, then followed his gaze and looked at Hester. Thinking of the other party's guidance and efforts during this period, he felt a little guilty.

However, Morrison had already walked towards Xishiti.

This time, he had no intention of running away or ignoring it.

Xishiti just watched him walk in quietly, her expression calm, without the gaffe she had shown when they met before.

"Xiaoti, you have grown up."

There was some relief in Morrison's voice, and a look of appreciation in his eyes.

"You are very strong now, and your father is proud of you."

These words made Xishiti stunned.

The hand holding the sword couldn't help but loosen, then tighten, and then loosen again.

She had been expecting this compliment and this look for so many years, but she never got it.

In the heart of the young Heath, her father was her sky, the direction she pursued, and her pride.

However, the father she regarded as her pride personally broke her wings, leaving her heartbroken.

Xishiti really didn't know what the correct reaction should be.

His disregard yesterday was still fresh in her mind. Today, she once again defeated the disciple he had worked so hard to train. She did not do this for his praise, but just to give it her all and make the most of all her hard training over the years.

This is her sword art, and she does not desire anything from her father.

Perhaps life is so unpredictable. The recognition from her father that she once sought but could not get is now so easy to obtain.

But now that she really got it, she was somewhat caught off guard.

I always feel like things shouldn't be this way.

Xishiti wanted to say something, but her lips trembled a few times and in the end, she said nothing.

I just managed a forced smile.

"Thank you for the compliment, Jianhao."

There was no honorific, and the discussion was extremely distant and polite.

The truth is... I've never had a favorite person, so I don't know how to face it.

Although her face appeared calm, only those who were familiar with her would notice her slightly curled little finger.

That was her expression when she was restraining her joyful emotions.

But it is obvious that Morrison, the incompetent father, cannot understand his daughter's little action.

He just showed a hint of emotion.

"Are you going to be so estranged from your father?"

"Come to think of it, we haven't had a good time together as father and daughter for a long time. How about I take you out to play? I'll buy you some clothes and take you to the amusement park."

There was a hint of hope in Morrison's eyes as he looked at Xisiti.

However, this kind of look was something that Xishiti had never seen in his eyes when he looked at her.

This was the first time she received such an invitation in her life.

She couldn't help but turn to look at Xia, wanting to seek his advice.

She was a little confused.

She is still like this, and he treated her like indifferent yesterday, so why is he suddenly treating her so well now?

Because I don’t understand, because I don’t comprehend, and also because I’m nervous.

She just managed to get out of that bad state yesterday with everyone's help.

She was about to give up and had healed herself.

But the thing that she had always wanted but could not get finally fell into her hands again.

So she was a little overwhelmed and couldn't help but ask Xia for help.

The advice given by Char is - follow your own heart.

He took Hesiti's hand and squeezed it in her palm, his smile carrying a comforting power.

"Whatever choice you make, we support you."

"We come to you just because you are you, not because you have been abandoned by someone."

"If it makes you happy to accept the invitation, then go."

"If you don't want to accept it, we are still your good friends."

"A friend who is always there for you, giving you support and support."

So, Sistine went.

Come to think of it, this was her first time to experience the time she spent with her father.

The feeling... is still very different.

When she was young, her father was always busy with the affairs of the sword hall, and it was her mother who raised her.

In her mind, her father was always majestic and meticulous.

They should have been very intimate, but they never had any intimate time.

However, these childhood regrets were made up for when she grew up, found her own swordsmanship, and found her other half.

Father…he bought her a lot of things.

It's not just clothes.

He would buy her anything he thought she would like, whether it was roadside snacks or toys from lifestyle stores.

She had only seen such tenderness from afar yesterday.

But today, her father's tenderness was given to her.

Xishiti felt like she was dreaming, her feet were so soft that she couldn't touch the solid ground.

No, the father today was even more affectionate than the one she saw yesterday.

A smile crept up his cheeks uncontrollably.

This was a warmth she had never felt before, and it made her unable to help but indulge in it.

When she was playing in the amusement park, her father would take pictures of her and then show her the good-looking pictures he took.