Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at his flat chest. The first thought that came to mind was that he hadn't died.,The blade drew out half an inch, a gust of cold wind sweeping out. Su Ziyao swiftly sheathed the sword again, her movements so fast that one only saw a flash of cold light.,The handsome man beside her smiled and said, "Junior Sister Su, you have such a kind heart. This sword slave is late by even a moment, and you'd still reward him. Why don't you quickly pick it up Thank you, Senior Sister!"。