In the courtyard, he saw Bingchen taking off his clothes and changing there without any hesitation, which made Yue Yao blush even more, turned around again, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"I don't like him." Bing Chen said.

Yueyao is angry.

After rustling for a while, Bingchen asked Yue Yao to turn around and asked: "How is it, does it look like it?"

Yue Yao took a look at it, then was too lazy to continue paying attention. He kicked off his feet and flew away into the distance.

Bingchen murmured, touched his nose, and then disappeared with a thought.

...

"ah!"

Outside, above the flying sword, Bingyan suddenly let out a scream.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure suddenly appearing behind him, with a sinister smile on his lips and an arm wrapped around his waist.

With a look of anger on his pretty face, the long sword was instantly unsheathed, and with a flash of sword light, it took out the person behind him.

"Well!"

With an exclamation, the man quickly let go and took a few steps back.

"Yan'er, what are you doing?" the man said quickly.

"snort!"

Bingyan snorted coldly, and her figure suddenly appeared in front of the man.

I was shocked. The man was about to retreat again, but he couldn't do it in time.

The cold light touched his neck, and the man moved his eyes, and sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Don't dare to move or even speak.

He swore that the blade of the sword was less than 0.01 mm from his neck.

Looking at the man, Bingyan sneered, with both shame, anger and ridicule in her eyes.

"Yan'er, what are you doing? I finally escaped, but you treated me like this. Junior brother, I am infatuated with you. You actually..."

"If you want to die, I will make it happen right away."

Before the man finished transmitting the message, he heard Bingyan say coldly.

She quickly shut up and looked at Bingyan with a heartbroken and pitiful expression.

"snort!"

Bingyan snorted again, and with a little force on her hand, a wisp of blood slowly flowed down her long sword.

"It seems you really want to die?" Bingyan said coldly.

Seeing this, the man quickly waved his hand and at the same time sent a message: "No, don't get excited, I'm afraid."

Bingyan smiled coldly and slapped the man's face twice with her sword before putting it down.

Secretly he breathed a sigh of relief and took a look at the blood flowing from his neck. He felt unhappy and secretly angry.

However, he then said as if he was trying to die: "Yan'er, how could you..."

"court death!"

Bingyan became angry and raised her sword again. The cold light flashed and went straight to the man's neck.

When the man saw this, he ran like crazy and escaped from Feijian. He didn't stop until he was hundreds of feet away.

"Crazy woman, you really want to kill me." The man cursed angrily.

When Bingyan heard this, her pretty face was as cold as ice, she pointed her sword at the man, and said with murderous intent: "You little bastard, if you have the guts, try saying something again."

Hearing this, the man blinked and then said with a smile: "That shouldn't be the case. I pretend to be so similar. How could you recognize me?"

Bingyan smiled coldly, held a sword flower with her long sword, turned around after sheathing it, and left quickly with the flying sword.

"Hey, wait!"

"Aunt Yan, why aren't I joking with you? Why should I take it seriously?"

Bingchen yelled and quickly chased after him with his sword.
Chapter completed!