Gao Ziyang didn't expect that things would be so serious.

"Everything has a spirit, animals do, they are killed by such cruel means, there is naturally a grudge in their hearts, one or two are fine, but if there are too many, the consequences are unimaginable!" Su Mengmeng's expression was very serious.

Gao Ziyang covered his mouth and said, "Then I ate so much meat, will I also be resentful?"

Su Mengmeng glanced at him lightly: "Thinking too much, those domestic animals have been raised for the purpose of being used as food by humans from the beginning, so naturally there will be no such danger, but you have to remember that you can't eat those animals that understand humanity when killed, otherwise, it will be easy to be hated." ”

"Oh oh!" Gao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the top of the mountain, "There is still a long way to go!

Su Mengmeng stopped: "That's right, it's really slow!"

Gao Ziyang was wondering, suddenly, he felt that his collar was lifted, and then he stepped on a hard thing, and when he came back to his senses, this was not Su Mengmeng's spirit sword Changyuan, what was it!

"Master, Master, let's not want the sword to fly, right?" Gao Ziyang looked at Su Mengmeng in disbelief.

Su Mengmeng smiled indifferently: "I didn't expect you to know quite a lot, hold on to me!" As she spoke, Su Mengmeng flew up directly with her sword.

Due to inertia, Gao Ziyang didn't pay attention for a while, and fell directly on Changyuan, frightened by Su Mengmeng, holding the sword tightly, his eyes closed, and he didn't dare to look below.

Su Mengmeng couldn't help but roll her eyes when she looked at Gao Ziyang's cowardly appearance: "Don't say that your master is me when you go out! ”

Gao Ziyang quietly opened one eye, glanced down, and quickly closed it: "I'm not afraid of heights, mainly, the main thing is that the security measures are not in place!"

"Huh, do you still want me to fasten your seat belt!" Su Mengmeng rolled her eyes speechlessly.

Gao Ziyang muttered in a low voice, "If only there were seat belts." ”

Su Mengmeng shook her head speechlessly: "I really regret it, I really regret accepting such an apprentice as you, it's too embarrassing." ”

Gao Ziyang relied on his last stubbornness and spoke: "Once sold, it will not be returned." ”

"Get out!"

When the two reached the top of the mountain, Gao Ziyang's legs were a little weak.

Su Mengmeng shook her head speechlessly while holding the smaller Changyuan Sword, and said to the Changyuan Sword: "Qinghan, come out and do a favor!"

Gao Ziyang was wondering who Su Mengmeng was talking to, when a man appeared next to Su Mengmeng, a man in ancient costumes and white.

The man walked up to Gao Ziyang and said arrogantly: "I am the sword spirit of the Divine Sword Changyuan, my name is Qing Han." After Qinghan introduced himself, he looked at Gao Ziyang, and said with some contempt: "It's just a simple sword flight, look at you, your legs are soft like this, you really don't have any manhood at all, it's really a shame for my master." ”

"Hey, you little sword spirit, how can you speak, I am your master's personal disciple!" Gao Ziyang was a little unhappy, even if he was despised by his master, what the hell is this little sword spirit that just appeared.

"Cut! I have followed the master for the rest of my life, you are better than me, heh!" Qing Han glanced at Gao Ziyang with disdain.