Qian Yan glanced at Yun chujiu with a stiff expression. He wasn’t scared, but rather speechless.
“Junior Sister Yun, it’s broad daylight. Stop Dreaming.”
You even killed her or buried her alive? ! Now, your own life is at stake, do you understand? !
Fortunately, the voices of the two weren’t loud, and Yun Qinger and the others didn’t hear it. Otherwise, it would have been another dispute.
Qian Yan did not know how many times he had regretted it. If he had known that this day would come, he would not have approached them even if he had broken his legs.
But now, he could not get off the boat.
Yun chujiu smiled and did not say anything. She continued to practice her sword.
She did not have a sword embryo. The so-called practice of the sword was to continuously condense the sword intent, making the sword blade that was formed more and more sharp.
