Female Cultivator of the Hehuan Sect (4)

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  As he spoke, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

  His eyes were red and he tried to hold it back, but he couldn't take it back.

  The tears in her eyes could not be held back and fell, hitting the back of his hand with a plop.

  Scalding hot.

  Xie Chaoshi couldn't help but curl his fingers slightly.

  He took his hand back and stroked her wound with two fingers, the cold touch spreading. The wound healed quickly without even a shallow scar left.

  It's time for him to go.

  Ruan Ruan looked at the magical scene in front of her, but her eyes were more focused on Xie Chaoshi.

  She looked at him in surprise, with a smile in her eyes, "Thank you! Can you tell me your name?"

  The strength to get up was removed.

  "Thank you, Chao Shi."

  Xie Chaoshi was born with a sword bone and a high level of cultivation. He was the best in the world of immortal cultivation. Xie Xianzun was well-known. He protected the world with a white robe and a frost sword, which attracted countless beauties. Most importantly, he practiced the ruthless way.

  Ruan Ruan looked up at him.

  "My name is Ruan Ruan, but you can also call me by my nickname Jiao Jiao. Brother Chao Shi, I want to go to the Immortal Sect to become a disciple. Can I go with you?"

  Xie Chaoshi did not answer.

  "No?" She looked a little sad.

  "Brother Chao Shi, I am penniless now, I can't afford to eat, and I can't find anyone to ask for help. Can you help me? I will definitely repay you in the future..."

  "good."

  She didn't care at all about the cold tone.

  "Thank you, Brother Chaoshi!"

  Ruan Ruan suddenly rose from the water and water droplets rolled down.

  The robe she was holding in front of her dried up as soon as it came out of the water. Xie Chaoshi suddenly closed her eyes, moved her fingers, and the thin robe was wrapped around her body in a circle.

  "Why did you suddenly stand up?"

  The cold voice sounded like it contained a bit of anger.

  Ruan Ruan said innocently, "I'm sorry, Brother Chao Shi, I'm really too cold."  

  The outer robe was thin but not transparent, and the girl's exposed skin was red, as if it was emitting a slight chill.


  "Feel sorry."

  Xie Chaoshi's eyes swept across the red skin, "You were kept in the water for so long."

  Ruan Ruan did not refute and accepted his apology.

  "Brother Chao, I'm so cold and my feet hurt so much."

  Xie Chaoshi practiced the way of ruthlessness, and his natal sword was Frost, so the temperature of his body was always icy cold.

  He took out a new set of clothes from the storage space and handed it to Ruan Ruan.

  Ruan Ruan took it blankly, "Can't you just conjure up a spark?"

  Xie Chaoshi looked at her coldly.

  "I practice cold attribute magic."

  The implication is that it is not possible.

  Xie Chaoshi had already turned around, and Ruan Ruan quickly changed into this set of clothes. The long sleeves and hem made her arms and legs look short, making her look like a child who had stolen adult clothes.

  But it started to warm up.

  She didn't know that Xie Chao's outer robes were all cassocks that could automatically adjust the temperature. They were impervious to swords and spears, water and fire, and could withstand a certain degree of attack.

  As she walked towards Xie Chao, holding the cloth around her waist, she said, "I'm done."

  The outer robe he had just wrapped around his body was returned to him, and he destroyed it.

  "Brother Chao, my feet hurt."

  The white and tender feet kicked off the hem of the dress, slightly raised up, with the pale pink toes curled up.

  The colder the expression on Xie Chaoshi's face was, the faster he squatted down.

  His long fingers lifted her heels and raised them slightly.

  Ruan Ruan was standing unsteadily and subconsciously put her hands on his shoulders, accidentally pressing a strand of his hair.

  He didn't respond, his cold eyes resting on her feet.

  Blisters formed on the soles of my feet.

  (End of this chapter)

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