Chapter 1645： Dismiss (1/2)

However, looking beyond the valley, Su Yu did not try easily.

If the movement is too big, I'm afraid it's not good.

Out of the valley, the blue moon is pretty like a cloud, and the breeze blows the white veil. It lifts the beautiful clouds, and has a beautiful posture.

”Brother Xue, can you teach me swordsmanship?” Lan Yue pouted with a smile, and was shy (Qíng).

Su Yu read countless people, naturally know the meaning of Lanyue.

It seems that she misidentified Su Yu (body shēn), thinking that he is a disciple of Jianguang's cabinet, with a bright future and a bright future, so she took the opportunity to teach sword art to get close.

Mo said that Su Yu was not interested in her. Even if she was interested, how could she accept this intention?

”Sorry, swordsmanship originated from an old man. If he nodded and agreed, it would be difficult to pass on.” Su Yu bluntly refused, without euphemism.

Lan Yue secretly blame: ”It's a nerd, I'm not rare in your sword skills!”

She turned her eyes and said, ”Well, why don't we learn from each other? Today, I have a sense of Brother Xue's sword power, can I accompany me to give pointers or two?”

”I want it, I want it too!” Xiao Jingyu on the side, looking at Lanyue, and then looking at Su Yu, jumped and applauded happily.

Su Yu gently looked at Xiao Jingyu and said, ”Well, that's all.”

The wrist shook, and the beauty slipped into the palm of the hand.

Lan Yue took out a clear blue embroidered sword, which matched her temperament. She holding the blue sword, like a sword fairy, walked all over the world.

”Shuiyueyun opens!” The long sword in Lanyue's hands, ((dàng) dàng) opened up a layer of misty illusions.

Clouds in the water, fog in the moon.

She was clearly in Shi Jian, but she could not lock the sword shape.

Su Yu looked indifferent, and fluttered a sword.

”Magic moon roundabout!”

A layer of curved sword-like air swept past in a simple and rude manner.

Ding Ding Ding——

A few clear sounds fell into the ear, Su Yu's wrist suddenly turned, and the beauty's sword pointed to the direction of a certain outgoing sound.

Ding--

The melodious voice was thorough, and I saw that the beauty under the moon was accurate, and the blade of a clear blue sword was held against it.

Lan Yue exclaimed: ”Good swordsmanship!”

She truly admired it, saying secretly: ”It is indeed one of the three outstanding disciples of Jianguang's Pavilion. The skill of swordsmanship is more exquisite than that of our master!”

However, the waves in her eyes became brighter.

”Such a person with potential has to be the character of Xingchen Pavilion, if he can be his ...”

With this in mind, Lan Yue's aura moved, and the sword in her hand suddenly flickered.

The sword tip staggered the beauty under the moon and pierced Su Yu.

She ”changed her look” and exclaimed, ”Brother Xue, get out of here!”

However, when the meeting was so close, how could Su Yu suddenly make mistakes?

Seeing that the sword's tip pierced into Su Yu's shoulder pads, the crisis was at a critical moment, and Lan Yue's wrist was raised.

The blue moon trend is difficult to abate, plunging into Su Yu's arms.

The weak and crisp (body shēn) body, with a fragrant fragrance, plunged into Su Yu's arms.

Su Yu's sudden sensation (breast xiōng) was amazingly soft in the two chambers, as well as the hot and tender body (shān).

”Brother Xue, sorry, I almost hurt you.” Lanyue in her arms ”paniced” (body shēn), apologized, and bowed her head.

She didn't mean to leave Su Yu's arms, her face was ashamed and bright, like a ripe apple, ready to be picked at any time.

Su Yu's eyes were clear, and he bit his tongue slightly. The pain made him quickly wake up and restore his senses.

He calmly stepped back, and Su Yu took out the blue sword under his armpit and returned it to Lanyue, calmly saying: ”It's all right.”

Lan Yue looked ashamed, turned around (body shēn), and said, ”Brother Xue, today's business, don't tell outsiders, I have never ... never caught anyone else's arms.”

This statement is not false.

Lan Yue's self-sustaining appearance of flowers and moons, and easily not giving color to the pursuers, is to maintain the image of Bingqingyujie.

For years, no one had ever touched her.

This is the first time that such a cherishment has been made.

Su Yu smiled slightly and watched her leave.

”Huh!” A slight anger (milk nǎi) gas, a slightly unpleasant sound floated into the ear.

Su Yu looked sideways, but Xiao Jingyu crossed her arms with her arms, squinting at Su Yu, and said, ”Huh! I don't like uncles!”

Squatting down (body shēn), Su Yu touched her head and said, ”Why?”

”I don't know.” Xiao Jingyu pursed her lips. ”Anyway, I don't like my uncle to be close to other girls.”

Seeing that playful appearance, Su Yu smiled, Xia Jingyu, who was quiet as a fairy, had been naughty when she was a girl.

”So what do you do to forgive your uncle?” Su Yu asked with a smile.

Xiao Jingyu thought for a while, then pointed to himself, and then pointed to Su Yu: ”I will just throw it into your arms like I did just now.”

Su Yu smiled, stood up (body shēn), and spread her arms: ”Come on.”

Xiao Jingyu burst into a smile, and smiled into Su Yu's arms.

As a result, Xiao Jingyu only went to Su Yu's waist and raised his head in a depressed face: ”It's not like this, come again, come again ...”

Outside the valley, warm and overflowing.

Half a day later, the windmill world shook, and Su Yu left with a small rain.

Looking out from the outside, I saw Ruyi windmills cracked, reaching the limit and about to be scrapped.