Zhao Rong was immediately full of energy for a life without shame or boredom in the future.

Gui thought about it seriously and uttered two words:

"Jail."

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment and then realized that the sword spirit was referring to itself.

Zhao Rong: "......"

Just when he closed his eyes to digest the elixir and was lost in his mind, he suddenly felt a soft touch.

This is true both in the arms and on the face.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes.

It turned out to be a transparent woman. At this moment, she bullied him, ran into his arms, and held his face with both hands.

She raised her head slightly and looked around.

“…”

The atmosphere between the two became quiet.

Zhao Rong actually didn't feel any ambiguous and charming atmosphere.

After all, what he was facing right now... was a mass of transparent air.

There was so much emptiness in front of me that it was hard to feel anything.

Zhao Rong even had the time to say to the purple-clothed sword spirit in the heart lake:

"Gui, what do you say? The handsomeness of my new face has transcended the boundaries of race, the separation of yin and yang, and has reached...a state where humans and ghosts can kill each other."

Gui thought about it again and asked doubtfully: "You don't even let out the air?"

Zhao Rong: "......"

The transparent woman held Zhao Rong's face and looked at it for a long time.

Zhao Rong suddenly asked: "Are you sure you didn't identify the wrong person?"

The transparent woman said nothing, put down her hand, and stepped back.

However, the hand she lowered did not leave Zhao Rong's body.

Zhao Rong felt a transparent hand touch into his arms, and finally took out the Sumeru object he had placed in his arms.

Zhao Rong raised his hand and grabbed her hand.

The transparent woman stopped and held Zhao Rong's Xumiwu pendant in her hand. She did not struggle, but looked at him.

Sensing her quiet gaze, Zhao Rong thought for a while and let go.

The transparent woman took his Sumeru object, and with a tap of her index finger, she broke its restrictions easily, even more easily than the projection of Zhu Yourong in the imperial mausoleum hall not long ago.

When Zhao Rong saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

However, she still comforted herself by muttering: "It's normal for my sister to like looking through my brother's things..."

The transparent woman's hands kept moving, and she opened the Xumi object.

Pick it with your finger.

Two things were taken out of it.

A bloody sword scabbard.

With a gray cigarette pouch.

Zhao Rong took a look. When he woke up in the main hall not long ago, he put these two objects into the Xumi objects.

The only thing left of Wenjian was the scabbard engraved with the destiny black bird pattern, and the sword itself was taken away by Luo Xiu.

Just now, when Xiaoyu spoke to Luo Xiu and returned his things, he didn't even mention the sword.

Zhao Rong didn't care, so he just gave it to her as a gift.

As for the gray tobacco bag, Zhao Rong had some ideas, but he was afraid that there were still hands and feet left by the enemies on it, so he planned to turn around and deal with it slowly.

But at this moment, both objects were singled out by the transparent woman.

Under Zhao Rong's curious gaze, the transparent woman lowered her head and first grabbed the blood-stained scabbard.

She held it in her right hand and shook her wrist slightly.

Shaking out half of the snow-white sword energy of the seventh-level Mo Xia.

The snow-white sword energy that had been lurking until now was about to explode.

The transparent woman reached out and grabbed it gently.

The snow-white sword energy immediately converged into a ball and entered her Five Fingers Mountain.

'Flowing' quietly in the palm of your hand.

The woman seems to be holding water in her hands.

The other hand was still holding the blood-stained scabbard.

She then used the 'water' transformed from the snow-white sword energy to wipe the blood on the scabbard.

The scabbard is as clean as ever.
Chapter completed!