Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem - Chapter 237

“Bright and upright? Haha!” Chang Ren smiled at Chu Yi who was behind Chu Yao, his eyes were mocking, “That really opened my eyes!”

Chu Yi’s gaze fell cold, and he wanted to say something sarcasm, but he heard Chu Yao sarcastically, “You really have to open up your narrow vision!”

Chang Ren snorted and waved his sleeves, “I’m not talking nonsense!”

The sleeves were waved for a moment, and those who were standing still on the spot immediately had red eyes, and they killed the Chu family sisters!

That yin wind called “Soul Sacrifice” has been flying around Chu Yi, looking for a chance to succeed!

And Ye Ze has been besieged and killed all the time, so he can’t get a shot at all!

Chu Yao stood in front of Chu Yi, her voice slightly low, “Are you afraid?”

Chu Yi sneered, “Who do you think I am?”

“I don’t have a sword anymore.” Behind Chu Yao were people rushing up. They had swords, guns and halberds in their hands, with scarlet killing intent in their eyes, but she didn’t care. She just looked back at Chu Yi, light brown. There was an indescribable emotion in his eyes, “Maybe I won’t pick up the sword anymore.”

Chu Yi said, “What about me…”

She didn’t say the rest of her words, and inside her shrinking pupils was a huge long knife, which was chopped down towards her right arm from behind Chu Yao!

“Tick…”

Chu Yao clasped the knife with her backhand, and with force she overturned the person behind her to the ground. She kicked the person’s chest. Because of the violent movement, the scar that had just been scabbed opened suddenly, her right arm The blood on her feet shed, dyeing the back of the cold white knife clasped by Xue Bai’s bare hands. She looked at Chu Yi and slowly let go of her hand, and the cold white long knife fell to the ground with a bang.

“…” Chu Yi moved her lips, and she couldn’t deny it.

At that moment.

She wanted to say, be careful.

“It’s nothing to do with you.” Chu Yao used the same method to push the attacker to the ground step by step, moving cleanly, except that the wound was bleeding all the time, it was simply pleasing to the eye, she said, “I just want to say …Even without a sword, I can protect you.”

When Chu Yao said this, she didn’t look at her.

“So, even if you don’t have a butterfly, don’t be afraid.”

Diplo is her charm.

Unlike other costumes, butterflies are incomplete. It doesn’t even have a specific shape, it’s just a fragmented body formed by countless butterfly broken souls, so it can be attached to a sleeve of any clothes.

It is the same as her.

All are incomplete.

As long as there are branches to rely on, then you will hold on tightly.

Only just now, she blew herself up with a butterfly.

After a pause, Chu Yao kicked a man who leaped from behind Chu Yi, and when she brushed Chu Yi’s ear, she whispered, “Of course. This is my own thought.”

“Wishful thinking naturally has nothing to do with you.”

The wind rubbed the sound of the ear.

Chu Yi suddenly remembered that hot summer.

She squatted in the corner, blindfolded.

Because the people in her mother’s yard don’t like her eyes, she sometimes blindfolds them, imagining that it will be less annoying.

“Why are you squatting here? Do you grow mushrooms?”

She heard the voice of a girl.

She did not speak.

“…It’s strange.” The girl murmured, “I seem to have seen you somewhere…squatting here…”

“Are you invisible?”

“Tsk, if you can’t see it, you can always hear it, right?”

“…Blind, deaf and dumb?”

Chu Yi moved.

The girl suddenly said, “It turns out that she is not deaf.”

She smiled, “It’s fine to hear.”

At that time, she had just been beaten and scolded by her mother. She was in a gloomy mood and didn’t want to care about anyone.

The girl didn’t stay long, and was soon called away respectfully.

Then I don’t know when.

On the eaves, there is a string of wind chimes.

When the wind blows, it always sounds nice.

“…That’s…hung up…”

“The nasty bell…”

“…Hush…that kid is being spoiled…”

Later… No, I actually knew it very early.

That is her concubine.

It is a word that can make Xijing’s mother hang a string of wind chimes on the eaves.

She is obviously inferior to her status.

But someone who can live forever, noble than her.