Frost filled the window, and a lone luan flew coldly over the eaves.

Balian looked through the window and looked at the heavy snow in the distant mountains, feeling a little depressed for no reason.

Three incense sticks have been changed in class, and half a day has passed by. If four more sticks are lit, it will be dusk and dusk, and tonight's classes will be over.

Perhaps because they felt the preciousness of time, there was no more sarcasm or laughter in the classroom. Everyone quietly pondered the dial in their hands, and occasionally Ji Yan's voice would be heard.

Balian thought for a moment, then kneaded the broken dial on the table into ashes, then poured it into the ink pan, grinded and mixed it.

He took out a piece of rice paper, folded it into a thick pile, and began to write and type.

The handwriting is clear and distinct, but what is written is not words, but the intricate Sanskrit sword language on the dial.

The sword needle that fell unconsciously to his hand was dark and dull. As Balian wrote steadily, the thin needle that looked like a dead thing gradually produced a faint breath.

In the spacious classroom, the wind and snow invaded the room, and everyone felt their bodies suddenly getting cold. They knew that the wind and snow outside the window was blowing hard, and it got even stronger.

Little did he know that Senhan Sword Intent was written by a young man.

Ning Feiyan, who was under the table, felt the invisible change in the atmosphere in the room. Her smiling face instantly dropped, and she cursed in her heart that this guy's talent was too evil.

In just a few glances, he actually memorized all the Sanskrit words composed of thousands of runes on the dial?!

Ning Feiyan sighed, hooked her fingers at Hongzhuang, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Hongzhuang, are you bored?"

Mo Yue's smile was indeed a little malicious. For the first time, Hongzhuang didn't greet her immediately. She shook her head repeatedly and said, "I'm not bored?"

"But I'm so bored." Ning Feiyan's charming face was stained with a delicate smile, her little finger was slightly raised, and her slender nails were as cold as a blade.

Only a slight sizzling sound was heard, and the fingertips were like knives, easily cutting through the fabric around Balian's waist.

The crack is not big, but the name that Lord Demon Lord once left is faintly visible.

Ning Feiyan's movements were extremely light and neat, and Bai Lian, who was concentrating on comprehending the sword's intention, recalling and recording Sanskrit, had not yet noticed it.

Hongzhuang lowered her head timidly, her face was red, but her eyes were bright. From time to time, she raised her head and peeked: "His Majesty the Demon Lord is really good at playing..."

Ning Feiyan looked at him and said, "The stupid cat is disobedient and always thinking about dying. How do you think we should disrupt his mind now?"

Hongzhuang felt like she was a thief. She coughed lightly and said tentatively: "Tickle him?"

Ning Feiyan hummed and nodded unequivocally: "Give you a chance to show off?"

Hongzhuang was raised by Mrs. Ning and was accustomed to following the rules since she was a child. She was not as evil as Ning Feiyan.

But being led by her sister to do bad things together made Xiao Hongzhuang's rule-abiding heart inevitably a little excited.

She bit her lower lip, with a hint of nervousness in her bright eyes, and tentatively stretched out her little hand to scratch Balian's itch.

No matter how seriously Balian studied and copied, he still felt the restless little hands on his waist.

His pupils suddenly trembled violently, his fingers began to tremble wildly, and in an instant the Sanskrit text was drawn incorrectly, and half of the rice paper he had written on it burned to the ground without fire.

In the quiet classroom, the sound of teeth grinding was extremely clear.

Su Jing turned her head and glanced at him, her eyes falling on the burning ashes on his table with a bit of cold doubt in her eyes.

The veins on the back of Balian's hands were slightly raised. He put his hands on the table and was about to catch the troublesome little hand.

Hongzhuang felt a hint of threat and ran away with her hands slippery. She hid under the table, like a little mouse that had stolen oil flowers, covering her beating little heart.

So exciting.

Balian's face turned blue and he crumpled a piece of rice paper into a ball angrily.

Su Jing saw that his face looked very bad, so he just thought that he had made a mistake in copying the dial, and he felt depressed, and did not think about it in other directions.

Balian was focused on understanding the sword soul in the dial, so that he could leave here early and save Ning Feiyan from having to deal with the opportunity.

Did this succubus really treat him as a toy to amuse Mengzi?

Just get started, this bastard even brought his own sister along to tickle him!

Balian knew without thinking that this attention must have come from Ning Feiyan, and he was so angry that he was shaking all over.

The mothers-in-law of ordinary families regard their men as tight and precious.

It's better for her to use him to tease her sister over and over again! The corpse demon is so angry!

Seeing that Bailian's angry reaction had calmed down and his reaction was extremely interesting, Hongzhuang plucked up the courage to tickle him.

Balian tensed up and remained unmoved, knowing in his heart that the more he paid attention to her, the more complacent this little girl would become.

Hongzhuang scratched the left side of his waist and then the right side of his waist. Seeing that he had no reaction at all and was as cold as a corpse, the fun was instantly halved.

She looked at Ning Feiyan aggrievedly and complained silently.

Ning Feiyan was angry and funny, so she had no choice but to do it herself, pretending to be disgusted and lifting her fingers lightly, her movements indescribably elegant.

It's like a scholarly lady holding a pen like a painting, her wrists are as white as snow, and her skin is like gelatin.

It is a hand that can twist out flower juice from ancient scrolls and paintings.

Ning Feiyan has this special magic power. He is obviously doing very boring bad things, but he gives people a sense of elegance and arrogance for no reason.

It was obviously the same thing as tickling. Hongzhuang saw the body of Bai Lian, who had always been calm, tremble violently, like a little daughter-in-law who had been suddenly violated. She exhaled in class and seemed to be almost tickled.

laugh out loud.

As Ji Yan's voice, she criticized at the right moment: "This classmate is still in class. Don't make trouble."

"Feiyan is really awesome." Hongzhuang was filled with admiration.

Ning Feiyan raised her eyes disapprovingly: "He is too young."

Such a tone of commenting on the goods made Bai Lian forget about the Sanskrit text he copied in his hand. He tore it into pieces. He looked down with wet red eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "Ning - Fei - Yan -

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Ning Feiyan, with an innocent face, said strangely: "I can't understand. You are pretending to be up there and you haven't seen us. How can you tell who is messing with you?"

Balian's chest heaved heavily, his eyes were filled with fire, and he said dullly: "I just know."

"What?"

"Bad cat, every time you touch me with your hand, you have a subconscious action."

Balian glanced at Ning Feiyan awkwardly: "Your little finger always subconsciously teases me, so I just know it's you."

Ning Feiyan opened her beautiful eyes in surprise, he could actually see her subtle movements so clearly.

Baili Anjun's face turned red and he didn't say anything. He lay down on the table again with a glum look on his face.

"Feiyan..." Hongzhuang hesitated for a moment, but couldn't hold it back and said, "I think he really likes you."

Ning Feiyan glanced lightly and said: "He is only seventeen years old this year, and he knows what true love is. All he cares about is the child in my belly."

Hongzhuang thought for a while and said, "But his moodiness towards you has nothing to do with Feiyan and your child. I'm obviously very beautiful now, but he doesn't pay any attention to me."

The more Hongzhuang talked, the more she felt sympathy for Bailian: "He likes you, Feiyan. I think he probably wants you to care and love him, but not only do you not care at all, you also tease him in every possible way. Now he

I must be very sad."

After hearing this, Ning Feiyan felt inexplicably uneasy and irritable.

She believed that her relationship with Balian was just a casual romance and her wealth was gone.

She likes this kind of pure way of getting along with each other without any complicated emotions.

It will be easier if you don't accept others and like them.

She's always come this way.

The gentle and kind disguise on Ning Feiyan's face gradually peeled off in Hong Zhuang's words, revealing the mottled true side wrapped in steel knives and sharp thorns.

Her voice became colder, and there was a sneer on her face: "Only a kid like you can tell the difference between right and wrong. I, Ning Feiyan, only care about interests."

Hongzhuang shook her head and said: "I know, Feiyan, you... you will never say what you really want."

These words seemed to touch Ning Feiyan's back, and an evil spirit suddenly rose in her brows: "I think you are becoming more and more presumptuous."

Hongzhuang lowered her head: "Hongzhuang doesn't dare."

Ning Feiyan sneered: "If you speak pleasantly and do everything cheerfully, you will always be buried in dove poison. I have suffered enough from Mrs. Ning for this kind of thing. As a succubus, you actually do this."

To believe in a man’s goodness.”

Hongzhuang timidly said: "But he is not an ordinary man, he is sister, your stupid cat."

Ning Feiyan's expression froze. She was good at debating and was suddenly speechless by Hongzhuang's unconvincing words.

She snorted coldly, turned her head away, and deliberately drew a red mark on Balian's skin with her slightly long nails. She was obviously angry at Hong Zhuang, but she took her anger out on him.

It seemed like an unreasonable thing, but Ning Feiyan didn't realize it in his subconscious mind.

"So what if it's my stupid cat. I never love this stupid cat. I just use it to bully him."

Hongzhuang didn't expect that she could play like this. What was this desire to conquer?

How can any man control such a charming and enchanting witch who appears to be emotional but is actually ruthless?

"What? Look at your watery eyes. You must have fallen in love with this man. Today you are so abnormal and contradicting me for him. If you like it, I might as well give it to you generously."

Ning Feiyan can be said to hit wherever she wants. Knowing what Balian doesn't like to hear, she deliberately touches her minefield.
To be continued...