Su Baiyi’s mind gradually came to his senses, and he carefully looked at the woman in front of him, who claimed to be Nangong Xi’er. He finally remembered, “It’s you… We met twice in Twilight City and Apricot Blossom Village. You are Feng Zuojun’s senior sister!” “Now you are also my junior brother.” Nangong Xi’er picked up the long sword beside her and held it in front of her. “What night is this, that I encounter you by chance. Have you heard this song?” “Junyu Sword!” Su Baiyi exclaimed happily, and quickly took the sword from her. “Yes, my master loves to sing this song when he gets drunk, but he doesn’t sing as well as you do. Sometimes he even sings with tears and sobs, and at the end he has to dance with his sword, always making a mess of the yard.” Su Baiyi noticed that the water-like eyes of Nangong Xi’er in front of him suddenly rippled, like a pebble dropped into a calm pool, and he immediately stopped talking. There is a story here. Su Baiyi had a voice shouting in his heart. “Tears and sobs?” Nangong Xi’er murmured softly. It must be a romantic debt. I knew it! Su Baiyi sighed in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand. “This girl, oh no, Nangong senior sister! I don’t like my master’s romantic temperament either, and I often scold him for it. Under my supervision, he has been much more stable these years…” Su Baiyi said while watching Nangong Xi’er’s face getting worse and worse, and…