Listening to Ximen Chuixue, Lin Lang looked up at the sky.
He had finally managed to tie the red thread of romance between Ximen Chuixue and Sun Xiuqing. Ximen Chuixue had not merely cut it-he had burned the whole thing!
Lin Lang could not help walking up to Ximen Chuixue. "Didn't you notice that Sun Xiuqing has feelings for you? So many men would want to court a girl that wonderful. If you don't seize your chance, you'll really grow old alone."
"Just think about how boring you are. What girl would ever like you?"
Ximen Chuixue gently stroked his black-sheathed sword. "Having my sword beside me is enough for this lifetime."
It was as though he were saying, I don't need women. Women would only slow down my sword draw!
Lin Lang stared at Ximen Chuixue. Does this bastard want to spend his whole life crossing swords with men?
Doesn't he know a fine sword deserves a sheath?
His own treasured sword, for instance, had plenty of sheaths in different styles.
But he also noticed that Ximen Chuixue kept looking into the room. Just what was he hesitating over?
Shi Xiuyun could not help saying, "Ximen Chuixue, I know your martial arts are formidable, perhaps no weaker than my master's..."
Ximen Chuixue interrupted her. "My sword can kill Dugu Yihe."
He had already seen Dugu Yihe's sword techniques and played the fight out in his mind. In around thirty moves, he was certain to win.
Lin Lang: "..."
Lu Xiaofeng: "..."
Why the hell are you still arguing about that now?
But Shi Xiuyun saw nothing wrong with it. This was Ximen Chuixue, after all. She still had to fight for her senior sister's chance.
"My senior sister likes you. You saved her life and helped avenge our master.