Jiang Xiaobai suddenly froze.
He turned his head to see a rare, refreshing smile on Qiongyu's face.
For a moment, he was bewitched.
But Jiang Xiaobai quickly came to his senses and hurriedly stood up, "Cough cough, you misunderstand, I was just..."
Qiongyu remained silent, her wrist flipping to reveal a black little sword appearing in her delicate, boneless palm.
Jiang Xiaobai stared intently at the sword spirit, took a deep breath, and then…
Slap!
He slapped himself across the face, then suddenly turned around.
His eyes brimming with tears, it was uncertain whether they were from regret or pain.
"Go, take it, don't let me see!"
Pfft!
Qiongyu suddenly laughed, truly putting away the dark sword spirit.
She looked at the contradictory Jiang Xiaobai and for some reason felt a sense of authenticity, a sense of ease.
Friends, huh...
Could she, Qiongyu, also have friends?
"Alright, I'll stop teasing you,"
