"Senior brother, thank you for staying with me."

As long as it was agreed by him, he would never regret it.

This is her senior brother. The man she fell in love with when she saw him at first sight.

Ignoring the cold face of the world's non-returning, Meng Shiyue stood up and walked towards him.

...

Dongfang Yu and Meng Cangyun practiced swords in the backyard, and it had been more than an hour in the blink of an eye.

After a round, the two finally stopped.

"Dongfang, you can take a rest when you are tired." Meng Cangyun whispered.

"It's okay, come again." Dongfang Yu looked calm.

Looking at that look, you won't think there is anything wrong with him.

Strong and powerful, fast and fierce moves.

He is brave and heroic, full of energy, like an outstanding warrior.

Only when Meng Cangyun fights with him can he truly feel his situation.

Not only physically but also spiritually, he is just superficially strong.

Who is not afraid of death?

Perhaps it was Dongfang Yu's character that made him look strong now.

I didn't want Meng Cangyun to think too much, Dongfang Yu just curled his spirit and went to her with a sword.

Meng Cangyun returned to her senses and raised her sword to welcome her.

She is basically proficient in this move, and now she should be fine if she practices more.

Perhaps because of his current situation, Meng Cangyun practiced the sword, although she was a little distracted, she could easily remember it.

"Clang clang..."

Another round of showdown is about to begin.

Dongfang Yu's quick sword suddenly infected Meng Cangyun.

At this moment, she probably has no extra time to think about those messy things, right?

He pursed his thin lips tightly, speeding up the speed in his hand, only thinking that she could forget all this.

She doesn't want to be a burden in her heart, and she doesn't want her to be nice to herself because of guilt. All Dongfang Yu can think of is like now.

After one round, another half an hour passed.

Meng Cangyun is already basically proficient in the second set of moves.

After finally stopping, Meng Cangyun drew his sword to the ground.

After practicing for two consecutive hours, she was a little tired.

Although she was not gasping, her cheeks were flushed and uncomfortable.

"Dongfang..." She sighed lightly.

On the other hand, Dongfang Yu still looked the same, not at all like he had just finished practicing.

He looked at her for a moment without a moment, with no expression on his face.

But his heart was always hurting, and he didn't know when he could no longer look at this girl.

An evil breath lingered in his heart, and the toxin had spread throughout his body, making it impossible for him to gather it.

Shortly after waking up, he had already known the existence of the poison.

However, no matter how hard I work, I can't think of a way to solve it.

It seems that Dongfang Yu has completely given up on himself, but they don’t know that he is unwilling to accept it.

Not only for himself, but also for the girl in front of him, he was unwilling to leave like this.

Although he was teaching Meng Cangyun to practice swords, he never gave up on himself.

It was just to prevent her from worrying that he made people look so calm.

"Stay for a while, I'm hungry."

Leaving this, Dongfang Yu turned around and left. [31 Novel Network     Fast update]

The moment he turned around, Meng Cangyun finally breathed a few breaths of heavy breaths with confidence.

After the breath stabilized a little, she curled her body and stepped up to follow.

"East, wait..."

Meng Cangyun was afraid that he would go away, and with his current situation, someone would have to follow him.

This fast sword is really not like ordinary sword practice.

Perhaps compared to ordinary sword training and fast sword training, you will consume three times more of your true energy.

Because of the fast speed and high concentration, it is really tiring.

The mute slave kept standing not far away and watching. He was not at ease with Dongfang Yu's current situation.

Meng Cangyun couldn't stand it, how could he not see clearly?

On the one hand, he didn't want to disturb them, which made Cang Yun unhappy.

On the other hand, Dongfang Yu taught her swordsmanship, which was pretty good.

This allowed Cang Yun to learn not only academics, but also increased his internal strength.

It's a pity that this girl must not know.

Dongfang Yu's fast sword is extraordinary, and even the mute slave may not be able to see them all clearly.

When he returned to the east wing, Dongfang Yu ignored anyone and went straight into the original wing.

Xiaohong just bowed, and before he could say anything, he had already entered the door.

Immediately afterwards, she turned around and looked at Meng Cangyun coming.

Compared to the calm expression of the Young Master Dongfang, His Highness is slightly inferior.

His highness's face was slightly red, and his cheeks were covered with sweat, and he looked a little tired.

Xiaohong immediately met and leaned forward and said, "Your Highness, what are you asking for?"

Meng Cangyun saw Dongfang Yu enter the door before she pulled her eyes back and looked at Xiaohong.

"Prepare bath soup for me, I want to take a shower first."

"Prepare lunch for Master Dongfang, and send it directly if you have finished it, without waiting."

When Meng Cangyun was about to enter the door, she looked at her body.

She looked back at Xiaohong and continued, "Go and ask if Young Master Dongfang needs bath soup."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Before Xiaohong left, Meng Cangyun had already entered and closed the door.

They went to practice swords, but Xiaohong didn't know.

It was her just now, and she ordered His Highness’s five female guards to guard the backyard.

"It seems that this young master Dongfang has no sweat at all, so he probably doesn't need to take a bath, right?" Xiaohong murmured to himself.

But how could she not do what His Highness ordered?

Back at Dongfang Yu's wing room, Xiaohong was a little embarrassed when she looked at the closed door.

This sick young master Dongfang is really not something that ordinary people can serve.

Now that His Highness is not here, and Uya Dutong is not here, she has to bite the bullet and do things.

"Bump..." The door was knocked.

"Young Master Dongfang, I am Xiaohong."

"I..." She coughed lightly.

"Young Master Dongfang, can I come in?"

As expected, there was no response.

"I'm going to come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaohong stepped in.

Dongfang Yu did not close the door after entering, and she was sure that she would not see anything she shouldn't see.

I saw him sitting at the low table and drinking tea.

"Young Master Dongfang." Xiaohong leaned over.
To be continued...