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Chapter Fifteen: Famous Sword Burying Flowers(2/2)

Tiredness and pain came, and Lin Yun closed his eyes weakly.

...

Half an hour later, Lin Yun, whose physical strength was almost restored, opened his eyes and looked at the sky.

A trace of stubbornness flashed across his pretty face, and three human faces appeared in the blue sky.

On the left is Zhou Yun, with a cold expression and murderous look. You want to challenge me in two months?

In the middle is Wang Ning, full of mocking face and a disdainful smile on the corner of her mouth. Little Sword Nu, pay attention to your identity and don’t be foolish!

On the far right is Su Ziyao. On her cold and frosty face, there is always a look of high above. The words she said are more indifferent and chilling than her cold face.

Be good at doing it yourself.

"Take it yourself, do it yourself..." Lin Yun, who was talking softly, had a trace of anger flashed across his face. What did I do? You let me take care of it!

The former master fell in love with you until he died, but he never complained or had any extravagant hopes.

He just hid that touch of love deep in his heart, in his humble body, and was infatuated to death!

I have a secret crush for my whole life and have no desires, but I only exchange it for words and I want to do it myself.

Three faces in the sky disappeared, and Lin Yun's angry face returned to calm. But his formerly weak right hand clenched again, and used all his strength to hold it tightly!

Lin Yun stood up, without saying a word, and walked back towards the Blood Lily.

After half a stick of incense, he came to the place where the sword abandoned was before.

The moment he was about to pull out the sword, his face showed a look of confusion.

The wooden sword has become heavier!

After exercising internal strength, he pulled the sword out of the ground.

The wooden sword was placed flat on both hands, and Lin Yun keenly noticed that the sword body pattern was very different, like a beautiful woman in autumn, as if there was a flowing light leaping.

"Buried flowers?"

The originally blurred ancient text on the hilt of the sword is clearly visible, and the words "burial flowers" are engraved with the words "ancient charm".
Chapter completed!
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