C969 Disappearance and Instability

As Cheng Ziyi spoke, she lightly raised his hand and the flying sword immediately shrank, returning to the size of a hairpin and landing on the palm of Cheng Ziyi's hand.

Cheng Ziyi casually pulled back his hair, using the flying sword s as hairpins and stuck them into his hair, stabilizing the hair she had tied up.

"He's quite good at controlling it!" Chen Hui laughed and said