Zhong Shenxiu put away the knife, Light-Imperial Ninja Blade turned it around in the palm of his hand and sheathed it.
His chest was rising and falling slightly, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but his light golden vertical pupils were still as bright as two flames.
Wu Zhangkong dispersed Heavenly Frost Sword and stood with his hands behind his back.
He looked at Zhong Shenxiu, then at the four students in the corner who were either stunned or shocked, and was silent for a moment.
"That's it for today. Go back and write a summary."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the training ground.
His clothes are as white as snow, his back is thin, but his steps are much faster than when he came here.
It was like something heavy had been lifted off.
Zhong Shenxiu stood there, looking at the direction Wu Zhangkong was leaving. Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's knife handle was slightly hot in his palm.
Wu Zhangkong was walking on the corridor back to the office, his back straight, his steps steady, and his white clothes fluttering slightly in the draft. From behind, he was still the cold and arrogant Heavenly Frost Sword Wu Zhangkong, no different from usual.
But his left hand quietly moved the knuckles in his sleeve.
It hurts.
The tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, and the place on the palm where Zhong Shenxiu's fist hit him is still aching.
Wu Zhangkong moved his fingers expressionlessly. If it weren't for maintaining his own personality, he would have bared his teeth.
Zhong Shenxiu That kid is not a human at all, he is a dragon in human skin.
The swords were all in a desperate posture, and each sword was heavier than the last. When it came to the last few swords, Wu Zhangkong even felt that his own Heavenly Frost Sword was about to be chopped off.
Fortunately, the call to stop was made in time.
If we keep fighting, we won't lose, but the scene will definitely not look good. A Six-Ring Soul Emperor is forced to take action seriously by a four-ring brat. Where does Wu Zhangkong's face go when word spreads?
Don't I want to lose face?
Wu Zhangkong walked into the office, closed the door, and finally no longer had to hold tight.
He leaned back on the chair, raised his left hand in front of his eyes and looked at it. His palm was red, and his knuckles were slightly swollen. He stared at his hand for two seconds, and the corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously.
Savage Dragon.
This word came to his mind, then he closed his eyes and started to adjust his breath.
In the training ground.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were still squatting in the corner, neither of them fully recovered from the battle just now.
Xu Xiaoyan was also shocked and couldn't close his mouth, standing there in a daze.
Just when the three of them were in a daze with their own thoughts, Gu Yue moved.
She has been standing on the other side of the training ground. She has been standing there since before the fight between Zhong Shenxiu and Wu Zhangkong started, with her arms folded in front of her chest, her black eyes slightly narrowed, as quiet as a painting.
But at this moment, her shiny long ponytail swayed slightly behind her. She walked towards the center of the training ground, her steps unhurried and unhurried, with a natural calmness.
Zhong Shenxiu stood in the center of the training ground. Light-Imperial Ninja Blade had returned to his sheath and his breathing had almost calmed down. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, which was left over from the high-intensity battle just now.
Other than that, he looked the same as usual, tall and tall, with light golden vertical pupils reflecting the cold white color of the lights above him.
Gu Yue walked up to him.
Zhong Shenxiu's vertical pupils moved slightly and looked at her.
Gu Yue said nothing.
She took out a white handkerchief from her pocket and folded it neatly without any wrinkles at the corners. Her movements were natural, as if she was doing something normal, she raised her hand and pressed the handkerchief to Zhong Shenxiu's forehead.
Zhong Shenxiu took half a step back almost instinctively.
His reaction speed and combat intuition are both top-notch. When someone approaches, his body will automatically make evasive movements. But Gu Yue has known him for a semester and has already figured out his reaction pattern.
Her hand paused in mid-air, then reached out faster, and her other hand reached out at the same time, accurately grabbing Zhong Shenxiu's wrist.
Zhong Shenxiu's wrist was grabbed.
His brows furrowed.
Gu Yue's hand was not big, but it was held tightly. Five fingers were clasped on his wrist bones with moderate force, just enough to prevent him from breaking free without hurting her.
"What are you hiding from?"
Gu Yue's voice is not loud, but in this quiet training ground, everyone can hear it clearly.
Her tone was naturally domineering, as if she was scolding a disobedient younger brother.
"Are you afraid that I will eat you, sister?"
Zhong Shenxiu's brows furrowed even more tightly.
He was not used to being approached by others. Growing up, when his peers saw his eyes, they would avoid them, and he was used to keeping a distance from everyone. Now Gu Yue was standing in front of him, so close that he could even see the curvature of her eyelashes, and those black eyes were astonishingly bright, reflecting his face.
He wanted to retreat, but his wrist was pulled.
With his strength, Gu Yue's strength is nothing at all. He can certainly break free if he wants to.
But Zhong Shenxiu weighed it up and chose to stand still.
Gu Yue curled his lips in satisfaction.
She put the handkerchief back on Zhong Shenxiu's forehead and wiped it carefully from forehead to temples to jawline.
When Gu Yue finished wiping and took the handkerchief back, she was about to say something, but Zhong Shenxiu didn't give her the chance.
He gently broke away Gu Yue's hand and took a step back.
The movement is not big and the force is very light, but the distance is just right - it doesn't feel like running away, but more like a polite and restrained rejection.
"Thank you, I won't need it next time."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
His steps were neither fast nor slow, his back was straight, Light-Imperial Ninja Blade was hung on his waist, and the scabbard swayed gently with his steps. His light golden vertical pupils were staring at the door in front of him, never looking back from the beginning to the end.
Gu Yue stood there, still holding the folded white handkerchief in his hand.
There was no change in her expression, and the corners of her mouth were even slightly curled up. She looked as calm and calm as usual. But if someone looked carefully at her eyes, they would find that there was a moment of blankness in those black eyes -
That was an emotion she had rarely experienced after living for so many years.
Deflated.
Deflated again.
She thought her offensive was obvious enough. From the beginning to now, she wiped sweat, pulled her wrists, and spoke softly. If it were any boy of the same age, not to mention blushing and heartbeat, he would at least have some reaction, right?
But Zhong Shenxiu does not.
He is like a stone, no, more than a stone.
A stone can at least make a hole. If you hit Zhong Shenxiu, there won't even be an echo.
Gu Yue stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it.
It doesn't matter.
She told herself that this kind of thing couldn't be rushed.
On the other side, Xie Xie was squatting in the corner with his hands on his knees, tilting his head and looking at the direction Zhong Shenxiu was leaving.
Then he turned his head and muttered to Tang Wulin next to him.
The sound was not loud, but in the quiet training ground, every word was clear.
"Wulin, do you think Gu Yue looks like the kind of dog-licking people in recent TV dramas?"
Tang Wulin's expression changed instantly.
His eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrank, and the blood on his face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something - such as "Stop talking", such as "She heard it", such as "You run" - but Xie Xie spoke too fast, and he had no time to stop it.
That sentence has been said.
Tang Wulin turned his neck stiffly and looked in the direction of Gu Yue.
Gu Yue is looking here.
There was no change in her expression, the corners of her mouth were still slightly raised, and she looked like she was smiling. But the light in her black eyes was as cold as Wu Zhangkong's Heavenly Frost Sword.
Not anger.
It's something more terrifying.
That look was like a snake staring at a frog, unhurried and confident, because she knew the other person couldn't escape.
Tang Wulin had a thought flashing through his mind--
It's over.