Ye Jing's willow brows furrowed as she picked up a sword from the table and said, "Since you're not a dangerous individual, tell me, what do you bring an opened ancient sword for To cut watermelon",Ye Jing let out a cold smile and took out another square sandalwood box. Pointing at the thirteen silver needles inside, thinner than her fingers, she said, "Then explain to me again, what are these thirteen things",But upon further thought, it makes sense. Three years ago, he didn't completely cure Ning Changzheng, he only temporarily suppressed his injuries, allowing him to live for three more years. Now that the time has come, his injuries have flared up again, causing him to become like this.。