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

Fatigue and pain came over him, and Lin Yun closed his eyes weakly.



Half an hour later, Lin Yun, who had almost recovered his physical strength, opened his eyes and looked at the sky.

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

On the left is Zhou Yun, with a cold expression and murderous eyes. How dare you think of challenging me in two months?

In the middle is Wang Ning, with a mocking face and a disdainful smile on his face. Little sword slave, pay attention to your identity and don’t have wishful thinking!

On the far right is Su Ziyao. Her ice-cold face always has a condescending look on it. The words that come out of her mouth make people feel more indifferent and chilling than her cold face.

Take care of yourself.

"Take care of yourself, take care of yourself..." Lin Yun whispered to himself, a trace of anger flashed across his face, what have I done, you let me take care of myself!

The previous master loved you till death, 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 until death!

I have been secretly in love all my life, and I have not asked for anything, but I only want to get something in exchange for my love.

The three faces in the sky disappeared, and Lin Yun's angry face returned to calm. Only his originally weak right hand clenched tightly again, using all his strength to hold it!

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

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

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

The wooden sword has become heavier!

After using up his inner strength, he pulled the sword out of the ground.

The wooden sword was placed flat on his hands. Lin Yun was keenly aware that the lines on the sword were very different, like a beauty in the autumn water, with a stream of light dancing around.

"Funeral flowers?"

The originally vague ancient inscriptions on the sword hilt are clearly visible, with the word "Burial of Flowers" full of ancient charm engraved on it.
Chapter completed!
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