"What's Xiao Bai standing there for?" With the dog tucked under his arm, Ouyang looked at Bai Feiyu's back in confusion and asked Chen Changsheng quietly.
"Maybe Junior Brother Bai thought of something sad?" Chen Changsheng answered quietly.
"Could he be thinking of his girlfriend from his past life? Did the scenery stir up old feelings?" Ouyang watched Bai Feiyu with gossip written all over his face. Xiao Bai always looked so steady and mature.
So he was actually a closet flirt?
Dressed all in white, Bai Feiyu stood with his back to the three of them. Tens of thousands of flying swords stood above the lake, Sword Intent flowing around them as they quietly awaited his selection.
Ten thousand swords stood in the void, waiting for one man alone! With a scene like this, the crown of show-off king could belong to none other than Xiao Bai!
Just think of that verse: "I am an Immortal, the Immortal is me, I am the foremost Immortal in the world, the strongest Immortal in this world!"
Too bad his literary talent was lacking, and his handwriting was pretty ugly!
Suddenly, Bai Feiyu turned and walked toward Ouyang and the other two. Behind him, the tens of thousands of swords suspended in the air let out a mournful cry, then fell back into the Sword-Questioning Pool like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Like women teased and then abandoned by a scumbag, the flying swords splashed into the water, throwing up great clouds of mist to vent their personal grievances.
Bai Feiyu stared at Ouyang as he strode over, then reached for Ouyang's head.
Ouyang was just about to raise the dog in his hands to block him, but Bai Feiyu had already lightly pulled the Daoist hairpin from his hair.
Just