When I woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
Zheng Fan sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his forehead with his left hand. There was still some fatigue in his eyes due to the residual side effects of the "anti-drug".
At this time, Hakka's voice came from the door:
"Uncle, do you want lunch?"
Zheng Fan ended his meditation , said in a hoarse voice:
"Get something light."
"Okay, I understand."
After washing, Zheng Fan left Go to the front room.
There are several light side dishes on the table, as well as a bowl of plain noodles.
Being able to make these delicacies in such a short period of time is indeed extraordinary.
Zheng Fan picked up the noodle bowl and asked while eating:
"Did Siniang come back last night?"
"As for uncle, come back Yes, he left again in the morning."
Zheng Fan nodded.
Without eating much, Zheng Fan put down his chopsticks and walked to the backyard alone.
There is an open area in the backyard with a weapon and a large water tank. It is usually where Uncle Zheng practices martial arts.
Step forward,
draw the sword;
When Zheng Fan practices swordsmanship, there is no fixed routine except for some basic movements. Anyway, as long as he needs it, he can do whatever he wants. He can even choose a demon king to come and practice swordsmanship with him.
After practicing for nearly an hour, Zheng Fan threw the knife out, and the flying knife fell back into the weapon rack.
Immediately afterwards,
Zheng Fan took off his shirt and entered the water tank.
"Uncle."
Keshi has been paying attention to the movements in the yard. She has figured out some of Zheng Fan's habits, and now she takes the initiative to come over. , served with ice drinks.
Zheng Fan reached out and took it, and when he was about to drink it, he stopped again.
"Drink it."
"Huh?"
"Drink it."
"Yes, Uncle ."
Ke took a sip and looked at Zheng Fan.
Seeing that Zheng Fan didn't respond, she could only take a few more sips. Her body couldn't bear the too cold stuff, but she had no choice.
"Okay, go and prepare another drink for me."
"Yes, uncle."
Zheng Fan leaned back, his back Pasted on the wall of the water tank.
Then,
there was a "clang",
the cup shattered,
Ke passed out and fell to the ground.
Zheng Fan, who was sitting in the water tank, saw this scene. He took out the water with both hands and slapped it on his face. He leaned his neck back and looked at the sky above his head with a smile on his lips.
Immediately afterwards,
Zheng Fan stood up,
walked out of the water tank, came to the weapon rack, and pulled out the weapon he had just put away. Go back to the knife.
Xu ShiyinBecause the weather is hot, Zheng Fan feels that he is particularly irritable today.
I am irritable when I get up.
I am irritable when I practice martial arts.
Even if I soak myself in a water tank, I am still irritable.
Especially When Hakka fainted and fell to the ground, the emotion instantly filled Zheng Fan's limbs.
Some things,
happen once,
he can smile and it will be over,
but if they happen one after another... …
He doesn’t want to.
About a quarter of an hour passed.
There was no other sound in the yard.
There were only Zheng Fan standing with a knife and the man lying unconscious on the ground. There are two people from the Hakka family.
“Come out.”
Zheng Fan said.
He knew that there must be someone "peeping" here.
Finally,
Xue San’s face appeared in the pond in the yard.
Xue San slowly climbed out of the pond, shook off the water drops on his body, and looked at Zheng Fan.
Two daggers,
from their wrists and arms,
keep sliding up, then down,
again Sliding up and down again;
The expression on his face kept switching from indifferent to sarcastic to flattering.
In short,
The third master is very confused now.
On the one hand,
based on the information provided to him by Fan Li,
he should go up and give the Lord some color to see, and then get Advance like Fan Li;
But on the other hand,
Looking at the Lord standing there holding a knife,
He was a little... …hesitate.
In fact, no matter whether it is Zheng Fan, the lord, or the seven demon kings who are his subordinates, although in daily life, "lord" comes and "lord" goes, no one actually refers to this "lord" as "lord". Take the “master-servant” relationship seriously.
However, after having been together for so long, Xue San was really reluctant to break up.
Among the seven demon kings,
the one recognized as the stupidest has advanced, and
none of the other demon kings is a real fool.
Xue San also knew that if he made the wrong choice or something went wrong, he would most likely not be promoted to a higher level, and at the same time he would face the risk of having his account cancelled.
Finally,
Xue San made a decision,
his face fixed with a "pleasant" smile,
right Zheng Fan said:
"My lord, if I say this is just an accident, would you believe it?"
Zheng Fan did not answer,
but Holding the knife, he rushed over.
Xue San’s eyes narrowed, and his figure immediately flashed away from the original place.Zheng Fan's knife struck the floor tiles, and cracks appeared on the floor tiles in this area.
"My lord, there is a misunderstanding, it really is a misunderstanding."
As soon as Xue San finished speaking, Zheng Fan's other sword came over again.
As a last resort, Xue San could only take out his own dagger and forcefully hold Zheng Fan's knife. After the collision of the weapons, there was some obstruction. Xue San took this opportunity to distance himself again. .
"My lord, can we put down the sword and let me kneel in front of you and talk properly?"
Zheng Fan ignored him and continued to cut across with his sword.
Xue San stepped away again.
In fact, it stands to reason that because of their combat experience and strong bloodline, the demon kings can basically achieve the same level with their strength unless they encounter some geniuses, such as Chen Daxia. Invincible, and can even challenge a wave of levels.
So, although Zheng Fan is now a sixth-grade warrior and Xue San is still a seventh-grade warrior, Xue San's figure and fighting consciousness are here. Without going into a head-to-head fight with Zheng Fan, If you want to go around a few times, you can still do it with ease.
After all, if you can’t fight, you can still walk.
"My lord, let's talk it over. Can San'er apologize to you?"
Zheng Fan slashed at him again.
Xue San retreated quickly, rolled over on the ground several times, and dodged another knife blow.
"My lord, there is a misunderstanding. There is really a misunderstanding. So, let's do this. My lord, please have a good rest first. I will go out to see the construction situation outside. I will come back to apologize to you later." "
Seeing that Zheng Fan was getting angry, Xue San decided to avoid the limelight first;
In the end, this time he had to deal with his own mistakes and feel uneasy.
However,
just when Xue San was about to jump over the wall and escape,
A black light and shadow hit him directly, and he suddenly fell into the air. Sheng stopped Xue San back.
Xue San landed on the ground again and cursed directly:
"I fucked your uncle, didn't you want to see the child? Why are you just joining in the fun!"
It was Magic Pill that blocked Xue San back. The black stone floated on the courtyard wall, floating slightly.
Zheng Fan put away the knife and looked at Xue San coldly.
He didn’t want to listen to Xue San’s explanation, because at this time, he was not in the mood to listen to these explanations;
Besides,
No explanation could solve the problem. Unravel the fact that Keshi is still unconscious on the ground.
Zheng Fan has never truly regarded the demon kings as his servants. He does not have such a big face and is very self-aware.
In Zheng Fan's view, everyone is more like a team, a group of partners gathered together. He is only the nominal boss, the link that maintains this relationship.
Since I woke up from this worldFrom the beginning, Zheng Fan has been constantly trying to get rid of his identity as a little white rabbit living in the shadow of the devil.
At least, can we all be on equal terms?
But what Xue San did today has exceeded Zheng Fan's bottom line.
Yesterday's Fan Li, probably because of his consistent personality, Zheng Fan listened to his explanation, no matter how ridiculous he felt in his heart, he had no intention of pursuing it;
But But it can’t happen again, it’s only been one night, and you guys are still here?
Do you want to play to death?
Correspondingly,
Zheng Fan’s emotions can be sensed by the magic pill.
Although there is no war now, the magic pill does not need Staying in the groove of Zheng Fan's armor all day long, his job gradually switched to the profession of childcare teacher;
But it is undeniable that the protagonist who is a soul body and was drawn by Zheng Fan himself It has the closest psychological connection with Zheng Fan.
Mowan, who was playing with the young Marquis, had previously sensed the suppressed anger coming from Zheng Fan in the yard.
Magic Pill was a little surprised at first, thinking it was an enemy attack, but then Xue San's aura appeared again.
So, Magic Pill did not take action at first, but just watched from afar.
He saw Zheng Fan constantly swinging his sword at Xue San,
He saw Xue San constantly explaining to Zheng Fan,
Then,
He is excited!
Because he has been unhappy with these demon kings for a long time!
The reason for my displeasure is very simple.
I may not like my father,
But I don’t like it even more that my father goes behind his back as his biological son. Adopt six other people's children!
This feeling is equivalent to the feeling of many young people in later generations when their parents want to have a second child. Even if they share my love, they also need to share my inheritance?
So, when he found out that his own father was really angry, and when he found out that Xue San was about to run away, Mowan didn’t even have to summon him, he just stepped forward to block the way!
Dad,
Are you going to beat him?
Come on,
I will help you beat them together,
Father and son go into battle!
Xue San was really dumbfounded this time. If it was just Zheng Fan, he would have been able to escape without being beaten, but if Magic Pills also joined, the problem would be a big one.
Zheng Fan also noticed the magic pill,
he opened his palm,
the magic pill understood,
it flew away in an instant In Zheng Fan's palm.
"Fuck!"
Xue San cursed loudly, taking this opportunity to turn around and prepare to escape. If he didn't escape, he would be doomed!
Because the father and son had worked together many times before, when Zheng Fan took the initiative to open the physical and mental defenses, the infusion of the power of the magic pill became very smooth.
The next moment,
a black halo began to flow in Zheng Fan's eyes,
the bones and muscles of the body also began to make crisp sounds,
But before everything could be adjusted,
Zheng Fan ran out directly!
"Whoa!"
Xue San here had just climbed over the courtyard wall, and before his feet even touched the ground, he felt a terrible force coming from above him. About to hide himself in the shadows.
However,
What Zheng Fan relied on at this time was the sight of the magic pill.
Xue San's concealment method is a "blindness method" for ordinary people, but for Zheng Fan at this time, it has no concealing effect at all.
"Buzz!"
Zheng Fan stretched out his arm, accurately grabbed Xue San's neck, and then kicked off the ground with one leg.
"Bang!"
Xue San's body hit the courtyard wall, directly knocking a hole in the courtyard wall, and then he was pressed to the ground by Zheng Fan and started walking all the way. friction.
In the end, like playing bowling, Xue San let go of his hand, and Xue San's body smashed the water tank like an arrow from the string.
Then,
Zheng Fan stood there,
blinking from time to time,
his neck twisted,
The arm and thigh joints also present a strange sense of disharmony.
The expression on his face is constantly changing slightly.
Maybe it was because of anger, or maybe the magic pill rarely took the active control of the body when it was combined this time. Therefore, Zheng Fan still retained his sanity at this time. and control over one’s own body.
"Poof!"
Xue San raised his head with difficulty from the porcelain pieces. At this time, his clothes were in tatters. When he raised his head, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
When the power of the magic pill was instilled into the body of the Lord, the Lord, who was already one level higher than his own strength, instantly gained the strength to restrain himself.
Because the magic pill can see through most of his body skills, and the speed of its attachment to the main body can also offset Xue San's own speed.
If you were with other demon kings, you could fight for a few more rounds, but there is no other way. Why did Xue San’s own abilities have almost no effect here?
Zheng Fan began to take steps towards Xue San.
"Lord, I was wrong, I was wrong... I was really wrong... I ate lard and became blind..."
Xue San is really aggrieved.
Why did Fan Li succeed last night?
But it was like this when it was his turn?
Fan Li, you shouldn’t be telling lies.
Indeed,
Fan Li did not tell lies, but in the question and answer session last night, Xue San didn't ask, and Fan Li didn't answer.
Of course I didn't mean not to answer, because Fan Lihan, how could he think so carefully.
When Xue San saw Zheng Fan coming over and picking up the knife he had thrown on the ground,
Xue San’s heart was lifted to the level of his throat. Got it!
A great wave of terror came over in an instant!
My Lord,
My Lord,
he,
he,
want to kill me?
Kill me...
Kill me!
It is also an extremely ridiculous thing.
If a ridiculous thing serves as a cause, it will naturally lead to an equally ridiculous effect.
......
In the small house on Beifu Street adjacent to the Hirano residence that was being renovated, the sword master who was lying on a wicker chair and watching Liu Dahu practice calligraphy suddenly raised his head. head.
If Zheng Fan’s attack on Xue San was within the scope of normal martial arts practice at the beginning, then with the possession of the magic pill, the leakage of the magic spirit’s breath and the damage to the courtyard wall, it caused a commotion It is almost impossible to hide the news from some people in the city.
The Sword Master was a little hesitant.
He sensed this aura,
but he didn’t know what happened.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Liu Dahu raised his head and looked at Yu Huaping.
Yes, Liu Dahu has changed his name to Dad Yu Huaping.
It was the old woman who scolded him with a feather duster and knelt in front of Yu Huaping.
The old woman said, whoever eats his food will remember his kindness. Even if the animals know it, there is no reason why people don’t know it.
However, Yu Huaping refused to let Liu Dahu change his surname now.
At this time, Yu Huaping wanted to ask Liu Dahu to get his Long Yuan,
but felt that this was somewhat unnecessary,
because of the current I,
cannot even hold up the Long Yuan Sword.
Perhaps, some innate acumen is still there, but now, I am still a waste.
Even if something really happened, there was nothing he could do.
But as a sword master, he hated this feeling of powerlessness.
"Dahu, go outside and call the patrolling soldiers to tell them to go..."
"Squeak..."
The door of the courtyard After being pushed away, Liang Cheng walked in.
The Sword Master’s eyes fell on Liang Cheng.
Liang Cheng bowed slightly to the Sword Master to show respect, and then said:
“No need. It’s no big deal.”
“What’s the big deal?” asked the sword master.
"Internal discussion." Liang Cheng replied.
The Sword Master smiled and
said:
"Although I am a useless person, there is no need to fool me like this."
Liang Cheng thought for a while,
gave another answer:
"Clean the door?"
The sword master frowned,
Immediately asked:
"Is there internal strife?"
If there is internal strife and someone below rebels, it will definitely be a military disaster.
Thinking further, the location of Snow Customs is extremely important. Once unstable, it may even trigger a second round of savages entering the customs.
"It's not a big problem."
Seeing Liang Cheng's answer, the sword master leaned back on the recliner again and said:
"Then Done."
...
Sixiang put down the account book in her hand, and all the accounting clerks below who were listening to the assignment were also stunned.
After a while,
Sixiang stood up and said:
“I apologize, I’ll excuse you for a moment.”
All the accountants immediately bowed and agreed:
"I dare not."
…………
In the ice cellar,
A Ming lay there quietly,
crushed an ice cube with his left hand, threw it into his wine glass,
shaked it again,
Finally,
put it into his throat,
Then,
turned over,
It is cool here, suitable for lunch sleep.
…………
The blind man had stopped peeling the orange, and instead put the half-peeled orange in front of his nose and smelled it.
"Tsk..."
Then,
He began to peel the orange again,
and naturally peeled off a piece Put the orange meat into your mouth and chew it slowly.
…………
The coffin in the corner room of the back house,
The one lying inside raised a finger,
His nails,
started to scratch the coffin board,
once, and again, and again,
it seemed like they might come out at any time.
…………
On the city wall, Fan Li was walking on top, inspecting the repairs of the city wall. On his shoulders, the sword maid sat steadily.
"Big guy, why do I think you feel different today?"
Being born with a sword, you are naturally extremely sensitive to breath.
Fan Li habitually reached behind his back and scratched his head, saying:
"Maybe."
"Big guy, have you improved in strength?" The sword maid asked.
Fan Li continued to scratch his head and said:
"Maybe."
p>"Why aren't you happy that your realm has improved?" the sword maid asked.
Fan Li looked at a certain location in the city,
with a silly smile on his face,
said:
"I'm happy. ”
………
Zheng Fan walked towards Xue San step by step. Xue San bit his lip and just watched his master walking over step by step.
Finally,
Zheng Fan walked up to Xue San and raised the knife.
The corners of Xue San’s mouth began to twitch, but he did not beg for mercy or shout, he just stared at Zheng Fan.
At this time,
it can be clearly discovered that
Zheng Fan’s body is constantly surrounded by black mist, and this black mist overflows from Zheng Fan’s body. Scattered out, and then transferred into Zheng Fan's brain.
This is actually a kind of "incitement".
A large amount of negative emotions from the magic pill poured into Zheng Fan's brain.
It's like when you When something happened, your plastic best friend kept fanning the flames on you.
This stalemate did not last long,
There was no excessive emotional ups and downs and foreshadowing,
tears and crying They don’t exist at all.
Furthermore,
Today’s weather is a bit sultry.
No matter what I do, I am very bored. sentimental.
The knife in Zheng Fan’s hand was pointed at Xue San
and stabbed down!
“Buzz!”
Xue San closed his eyes,
opened his mouth wide, and
screamed, but no words came out.
After he slowly opened his eyes,
he realized that the knife had indeed fallen, and it had indeed fallen towards him. It had also pierced the ground, but it had stabbed him. The entry point was at his crotch. Although it was probably only a centimeter away from his leg, it did not actually stab his body.
"Ha..."
At this time,
he spoke again:
"Lord, I was wrong, this is my fault, thank you Lord... ”
Zheng Fan didn’t listen to Xue San’s words.
When his hand came off the knife handle, he pulled it to one side.
The knife stabbed into the floor tiles rebounded due to inertia,
and just hit Xue San’s leg;
"Crack!"
"Oh!!!!!!"
Then,
The knife continued to swing, and the inertia had not disappeared.
"Crack!"
"Oh!"
"Crack!"
"Oh!"
"Pa bang bang bang..."
"Oh oh oh..."
Xue San's whole face began to twist in pain, so that when the blade finally stabilized and stopped swinging, the corners of Xue San's mouth had already Overflowing with foam.
Zheng Fan turned around,
The black mist on his body began to suddenly become thicker, as if he had not had enough fun, as if he was still a little unwilling.
But along with Zheng Fan’s angry shout:
“Get down here!”
The black mist is still rolling and boiling. Obviously, here , father guiding son does not work.
"If you don't come down, I will commit suicide first!"
"Oh!"
The black mist quickly withdrew from Zheng Fan and submerged into the stone again. .
Zheng Fan walked to the broken water tank, picked up the towel he had used to wipe himself when practicing his sword, and began to slowly wipe his body again.
After he wiped it off,
Zheng Fan came back and squatted down in front of Xue San.
Xue San had just recovered from the convulsions, opened his eyes, and looked at Zheng Fan with some weakness and grievance.
Zheng Fan sighed,
raised his hand,
wiped Xue San’s face with a towel, wiping away the blood on his face, and wiped it very gently , also wiped it very carefully;
At the same time,
said in a slightly distressed tone:
"Don't be so naughty next time, look at you This face is dirty, obedient and good.”
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Good night, sweet dreams.