Fu Hongxue said: "I have been waiting for so long, I was waiting to draw my sword!"

Li Bufu said, "Do you really want to draw your sword?"

Fu Hongxue said: "Yes!"

Li Bufu said, "Then you just draw your sword."

Fu Hongxue said: "I'll wait for you to come out first."

Li Bufu said, "Me?"

Fu Hongxue stared at Li Bufu.

Li Bufu looked at the knife that Fu Hongxue was holding tightly, then patted his waist and said, "My knife has no scabbard."

Fu Hongxue's scabbard was pitch black, just as he always looked at Li Bufu's dark eyes.

Li Bufu said, "So I can't draw my sword like you."

After saying this inexplicable sentence, he walked back to the pavilion.

His clothes were soaked, pressed against his body, and his hair was dripping. Lan Fenghuang quickly came over, took out a scarf, and wiped the water from his face.

Fu Hongxue is still standing in the rain.

Li Bufu said to Xiao Siwu: "Sister Lan helps me wipe water, you go and help Du Lei."

Xiao Siwu said: "I'll go and help Du Lei?"

Li Bufu said, "You go and carry him back."

Xiao Siwu was stunned, showing a very reluctant and helpless look; but after hesitating, he had to carry the fallen Du Lei in the rain.

Fu Hongxue stopped looking at the three of them, and suddenly dragged her lame and walked step by step outside the abandoned garden. His body was still standing upright and his expression remained unchanged, as if he ignored the strong wind and rain all over the sky.

After he disappeared into the rain, Li Bufu and the other two left.

In the Ni family’s abandoned garden, the swallows have long disappeared.
Chapter completed!