Demoness’s Art of Vengeance

Towards late autumn, after extracting the last trace of nutrient from the tree, the dead yellow fallen leaves finally failed to withstand the cold wind blowing, coming off the branches and slowly paddling down towards the ground.

However, without waiting for the deciduous leaves to float to the ground, a fierce swordsmanship followed the wind, crushing the deciduous leaves directly into scattered fragments, spreading as if the golden snowflakes scattered in the sky, in the light of the sun, backlit a beautiful environment.

In this unwatched image, only one person dressed in white, long and pulled out was focusing on his own affairs, clothes flipped through the room, heavy swordshadows shattered more deciduous leaves into powder.

After a fragrance, the figure stopped, and he looked down at the fallen leaves, quietly, as if completely caught in his mind.

This person is Ye Shuwen. If it were usual, he would practice for an entire hour before stopping. This time, he stopped only for half a column of incense.

For the first time, he practiced his sword. The shredded leaves of this land are proof - he should have controlled the accuracy of his sword qi and split each leaf into two pieces. As a result, the fallen leaves were crushed into dust by his messy sword.

He couldn't concentrate at all. In the course of the sword practice, he sometimes appeared in his mind as a little brother and sister, sometimes as “Yao Yao”, or the two appearances slowly coincided...

Ye Shuwen felt he must be crazy, otherwise, why is he always caught in the mind by some behavior of "Yao Yao Yao”, and then reminiscent of the little teacher sister.

Ye Xiuwen couldn't figure out what he thought, or he didn't want to go into what it really meant.

At a time when his little sister's relationship was getting closer and closer to him, he decided to treat each other as his own sister in general; and at a time when “Yao Xiao" was almost as good to him as nothing in return, he regarded it as the first friendship he had ever gained from this journey and as one of his most cherished.

However, if his feelings were limited to this, yesterday, when he found the eyes of the Second Prince filled with plunder, why did his heart rise so intensely, even slightly impulsively, to take on the other party's provocation and spell the wine against the other party.

To be honest, although Ye Shuwenping Suli likes to have a few drinks, he does not have a particularly large concept of his alcohol volume. If he were to take the other party's wine spelling requirements, he would not suddenly take them. Instead, he would use a more detoured method to directly reject the request of the Second Prince.

Ye Shuwen felt like he was standing on a tight rope, underneath which was a heavy mist of invisibility, possibly a peach garden, possibly a vast abyss.

Ye Shuwen sighed lightly and threw his sword into the sheath.

It seems that today he still can't calm down to practice swords, maybe he should clear his mind properly.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyuan repeatedly confirmed that the guy who knocked on her door had disappeared and scratched the mumps with mist, then closed the door again and unlocked the door.

The eldest prince in the bed was not awake yet. Jun Xiao thought about it. He simply took off his shoes and moved to the place near the wall, folded up the quilt, put it aside and made sure that there was nothing suspicious about the entire bed before clapping his hands.

Jun Xiaoyuan did something on the invisibility charm. The outsider could not see the Grand Prince, but she could see it, so as to ensure that the Grand Prince would not attack her while he was invisible.

It is also a means of protecting oneself.

Jun Xiao swept through all the mess and wood chips in the room and rubbed his forehead with a headache - now he runs out to buy a table and buy a chair. It must be too late to arrange the room as it was, so he can only find a way to temporarily cover up the past with a form of formation.

Fortunately, it is still early, and it is not difficult to fix the formation before anyone else wakes up. Jun Xiaoyu decided on an idea, and began to consider what form of formation would be appropriate...

Half an hour later, Jun Xiaoyu set up an eye-catching method and a memory-confusion method in this room. Among them, the memory-confusion array method is stationary and has not yet been activated. Jun Xiaoyuan set up this method just in case, once someone saw something in this room that he shouldn't have seen, Jun Xiaoyuan could start the memory confusion array and change the other person's memory.

However, this array can only be used once, and Jun Xiaowei must take good advantage of the start time.

“Ah, by the way, I thought I'd forgotten something! I should go practice sword with my brother this time of year, I actually stayed in the room... eh? Wait a minute. The guy who just knocked on the door isn't Brother? ”

Jun Xiaoyu finally remembered this, but it had been a long time since Ye Shuwen came to see her, and now she is in a hurry, I'm afraid Ye Shuwen has finished practicing.

“How can you knock so gently on the door?" ”Jun Xiao muttered helplessly, not thinking at all that Ye Shuwen was temporarily unable to face this possibility.

I can't practice swords today, but I still have to eat breakfast. Jun Xiaoyu, appreciating that Ye Shuwen should have practiced his sword, locked the door from the outside and walked down.

If not, when she walked to the first floor of the inn, she saw Ye Shuwen already sitting beside the table, shallowly choosing the fresh tea in her hand, with a few small plates in front.

“Brother Ye! Are you back with your sword practice?” Jun Xiaowei immediately jumped to his side, rubbing beside Ye Shuwen as usual, and sat down.

Feeling the presence of the “teenager" around him, Ye Shuwen held the cup with his hands slightly paused, and the emotions in his eyes became somewhat indeterminate.

However, through the cap, Jun Xiaoyuan did not realize this.

“Stranger.” Ye Shuwen called softly.

“Hmm?” Jun Xiaowei raised his head and looked at Ye Shuwen. His eyes were completely dependent and trustworthy.

Ye Shuwen's heart leaked half a beat, he slightly eagerly removed his gaze and said to Jun Xiaowei, “There's no one there right now. There's plenty of room next to this table, there's no need to sit so crowded...”

Jun Xiaowei found no difference in Ye Shuwen. Her first focus was on the "empty table”.

She looked around the table and said curiously, "Huh? Yeah, how come none of those guys came down today? One or two went to sleep? ”

Jun Xiao was drunk too early. He had no idea that after she was drunk, the second prince poured down the others on the table. In the end, only the two sober people left Ye Shuwen and Qin Lingyu.

Ye Shuwen was silent, and what happened last night kept his mood calm, so now he doesn't know how to treat “Yao Xiao”.

At least, he couldn't get as close as he used to get to Yao Yao.

Jun Xiaowei saw that Ye Shuwen had not answered his question. He felt a bit uncomfortable with his mood.

It was as if the distance between her and her brother had grown again.

Besides, this table isn't too narrow. Isn't she crowded next to her brother? Brother usually doesn't mind rubbing himself to his side. I've tried squeezing it again. Why did you pick up the bones in the eggs today?

Jun Xiaowei tried to get more and more bored. Why don't they just keep sitting next to Ye Shuwen? He pulled a bowl of chopsticks from next door and stuck a small meatball in his mouth. He muttered to Ye Shuwen and said: “Anyway, they are going to come down later. Instead of moving the place later, why don't you sit next to Brother Ye from the beginning? Besides, the weather is so cold, the crowds are so warm. ”

Ye Shuwen realised that he could not say "Yao Xiuwen” with a sharp mouth, so he sighed lightly and said: “... do as you please...”

Jun Xiaoyuan's heart was stabbed lightly, not very painful, but cannot be ignored, spreading into the blood and meridian, making her a little bit unpleasant.

Brother, what's wrong? Jun Xiaojiao lowered his head and flashed a glimmer of loss in his eyes.

After a while, the rest of Asahi Yangzong walked down. Each of them is in arrears, some rubbing their foreheads, apparently not yet fully awake from drunkenness.

There seems to be an invisible wall between Jun Xiaowei and Ye Shuwen - usually leaves Shuwen squeaking and saying, "Yao Xiaowei” all the time is now eating without a word, and Ye Shuwen has not proactively broken this silence.

However, because these people did not pay much attention to these little details, and because they are still half drunk and half awake, it is even less likely to pay attention to the atmosphere between Ye Shuwen and Yao Yao.

The only person present who noticed this was Qin Lingyu. He was trying to find a way to separate “Yao Xiao” and Qin Lingyu, one by one. I didn't think he had started to act yet, so the two created a separation?

It's better this way, and save him the effort of trying to do something else.

Qin Lingyu's eyes flashed through a fine light, which was a cold, hard lip corner that pulled up an almost invisible radius.

The atmosphere of silence between Jun Xiaowei and Ye Shuwen continued until the end of breakfast. It was at this time that Prince Jung Bin came with his entourage. His gaze suddenly dropped on the "teenager” who was eating with his head down. He shook his fan and laughed: "Stranger, when you were sober this morning, didn't you get nauseous and faint? ”

From time to time, Jun Xiaowei was speechless in her behavior. She raised her head and “charitable" her eyes to Ryung Bin. "Prince Xie cares, I am very spirited. ”

“That's good. However, stranger, you still need more exercise, and you were too drunk yesterday. How about Prince Ben buy you an old wine in court sometime? ”

The smile of the second prince was meaningful. Jun Xiao was too lazy to think about what was in the eyes of the peach blossoms that were burning at any moment. The tone flattened out: “Well, thank you to the second prince. ”

The second prince smiled and did not mind "Yao Xiao" without concealing the cold.

Anyway, the colder he gets, the more challenging he feels.

Ye Shuwen squeezed his hands tight on the teacup, the cup gently rang, and the inner wall cracked several fine pieces...