As the night darkened, most of the people in Yudai Lake Park had dispersed, and the people who set up the stalls were busy packing up their things and going home, and no one paid attention to the few people under the bridge.

"Old man, this ancestral sword is not ordinary. The old man shook his head, his gray hair reflected a soft luster under the street lamp, and he cherished his hand to brush the scabbard with simple decorations, with a unique piety and respect on his face, "There is a sword god living in it, which can keep the peace of the house, and the town house is evil, and the effect is extraordinary." I'm old, and I just want to entrust it to someone who knows the goods, are you sure you don't think about it anymore?"

Sword God?

Xu Mu looked at the sheath with black light and gray abruptness, gold and stone and other lifeless things, if it was self-cultivation, it should be called strange, but it called itself a general just now, or it may have been cultivated by the popularity of the military generals who wore it at the beginning, that is, the spirit.

This should be either a monster or a spirit, right?

Feng Yuan listened to the old man's words and did not respond for the time being, and his expression was thoughtful. From the thick pulp of the handle, it can be seen that this knife is an heirloom and has a long history.

The aura of the sword body is thick, the blood is like a shadow, and it is very ferocious, obviously it has drunk the blood of countless people, even if it is sealed in the sheath, it is still faintly leaked.

Hundred souls become evil, this knife, even if it has not been cultivated into a spirit, is already close to the level of heavenly evil, how can an ordinary evil thing get close to its body?

In terms of combat power alone, I am afraid that only in the heyday of the husband can compete with it.

The old man's statement of the town house is by no means a lie.

Moreover, the price of Tang knives has always been extremely high, there is no market, if the old man needs money, I am afraid that if he goes to an antique shop, he can discount a huge amount of money, but now he puts it on the stall to sell, which is really a little strange.

Fu Zhu didn't pay attention to it at all, or didn't understand the threat in front of the horizontal knife, the stall owner's words, its upper body was secretly low, and it was eager to pounce.

[Bold, you stinky cat!] The voice snapped off, and there seemed to be a faint hint of horror in the disgust.

The surrounding cold air surged, and a whirlwind suddenly blew, and the fallen leaves were mixed with grass clippings, and the dust was flying, so that the stall owner and Xu Mu next to them had to raise their hands to cover their faces, so as not to lose their eyes.

Feng Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at the angry horizontal knife on the ground, calmly dragged Xu Mu behind him, and the other hand pressed three fingers, ready to seal at any time.

The husband who was caught off guard was like a small white fur ball, which was blown and grunted several times, and fell to the edge of the platform. A few strands of broken white □□ hair fluttered to the ground.

When Xu Mu opened his eyes again, the horizontal knife and the puppy in front of him were gone.

He turned his head and searched around, only to find that Fu Zhu, who had fallen into a lot of meat, was shaking his head and getting up from the side of the road, and the horizontal knife was sticking to the old man's right foot like a big move, as if he was trying to stay away from them.

Xu Mu looked suspiciously at the old man's feet and shrunk his head and tail to reveal only the handle of the black sheath, why did it hide over there?

Feng Yuan calmly put his hand back in his pocket, and lowered his voice in Xu Mu's ear with a smile, "Maybe it's because the wind is blowing too much, not running away." ”

[Whoever ran away, General Ben won't be a deserter!] Hearing Feng Yuan's words, Hengdao immediately retorted.

Xu Mu: ..................

Can you go back to your place before you say that?

The old man slowly stretched out his hand to smooth out the crumpled bedding at his feet, and swung the knife back onto the bed.

The husband who had suffered a loss stood firm and ran towards the horizontal knife again, bowing his head and throwing out two golden lights, ready to take revenge.

Xu Mu hurriedly drank it, "Sprite, don't make trouble." ”

A few bolts of lightning crackled in front of so many people, as long as one person took a picture, it would definitely be known to everyone, would it be said that you were the reincarnation of Ultraman at that time?

[Stinky cat, get away, stay away from General Ben!] Without waiting for Fu Zhu to get closer, the horizontal knife barked again, and the wind around him rose again, rustling, and the white-haired dumplings were fluttering like dandelions in the whirlwind, and they were blown upside down.

The horizontal knife turned strangely to the old man's feet again, and the black cloth was wrapped around the knife.

Xu Mu and Feng Yuan stood in place unharmed, looking at the husband who had been swept away twice, and then at the horizontal knife shrunk in the cover, a strange thought came to their minds, this knife, could it be afraid of cats, right?

The old man sighed, clasped his palms together and bowed to the sky, "Little Lao'er knows, it's time to go home today." ”

[That is, if you don't go back, "The Legend of the Ranger" should start. In the absence of the husband, the love of the horizontal knife turned ninety degrees, and there was a little joy in the tone.

A few black lines rolled out of Xu Mu's forehead, this knife spirit dares to love or is it a TV child?

The old man naturally couldn't hear the sword spirit talking, and when he saw that there was no wind again, he put his mind to pack up his things, wrapped the knife with a covering cloth, and before leaving, he shook his head regretfully at Xu Mu and Feng Yuan, "Young man, it seems that the sword god is unwilling to go home with you." ”

Xu Mu scratched his ears, it was just happy.

Feng Yuan politely tapped his chin, "Maybe fate hasn't arrived." ”

The old man sighed, and walked towards the west with his knife in his hand, looking at the direction that he also seemed to live near N University.

The husband who suffered a loss but had nowhere to vent ran back, jumped to Xu Mu's feet in anger, and bit his shoelaces, it was all you! If you hadn't protected it just now, this seat would definitely beat it to the ground!

Xu Mu looked down helplessly at the white-haired ball that was about the same size as his feet, why did you take the initiative to provoke others just now? The last time I was injured by the cattle, I haven't recovered yet, just with your current appearance of lack of demonic energy, it is better not to fight or not.

Feng Yuan looked at the man and the cat with a clear look, the weapon was born to fight the main battle, and it was sharp and angry. The fierce beast husband, who was already strong and competitive, was probably unconsciously aroused by the horizontal knife.

There was basically no one in Yudai Lake Park, and Xu Mu dragged Feng Yuan to the place where the formation was broken last time to take a look, the turf had been retransplanted, and there were no traces of the tragedy of this lawn at all at night. That night's conjuring broke the battle as if it had never happened.

The two chatted while walking, and Xu Mu told Feng Yuan about the treasure map found in the sea house plan.

"Guan Shan?" Feng Yuan frowned slightly, "Why did you hide in such a remote place?"

"Either the original owner of the painting lives closer to there, or it's safer to hide there, right?" Xu Mu stepped on the shadows of the two boredly, and turned his head to look at Feng Yuan, anyway, he only wanted to get these two reasons.

"Forget it, let Wang Dashao and them have a headache, anyway, it has nothing to do with us. Feng Yuan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. The treasure map of the Ming Dynasty was a pile of gold and silver, which was of little use.

The next day, Xu Mu, who had always been alive and well, woke up later than Feng Yuan for the first time, lying lazily on the sofa, his mind seemed to be filled with a pile of paste, drowsy, and he didn't want to move.

Feng Yuan sat on the arm of the sofa and reached out to touch his forehead, "Your forehead is a little hot, the wind was frozen last night?"

"Probably not. Xu Mu blinked, blowing the wind, the two winds blown by the sword spirit, impossible, right? He is in good health, he has grown so big, the number of fevers can be counted on five fingers. There was a faint aroma of lemon hand sanitizer on Feng Yuan's hands, which penetrated into his nose in wisps, smelling refreshing.

Xu Mu struggled to prop up his arms, and was about to get up, but Feng Yuan pressed on the sofa with one hand, and by the way, the air conditioner that was half cut off on the carpet was scooped up, and it covered him impermeably, "Stay honest, wait for me to find the ear thermometer." ”

"Brother, I'm fine. Xu Mu buried half of his face under the quilt, and spoke in a loud voice. If you take a leave of absence for this minor illness, your salary will be gone today!

"It's okay, wait until I finish taking your temperature. Feng Yuan glanced at him and stood up to find the medicine box.

Xu Mu had to obediently close his mouth.

Feng Yuan swept the ear thermometer through his ear hole, and the words "38 degrees 3" immediately popped out on the small electronic screen.

Feng Yuan twisted his eyebrows and raised the ear temperature gun in front of Xu Mu, "Take a look for yourself." ”

"Actually, I don't feel big, otherwise I will go to work first, and then go home to rest immediately after delivering the courier?" Xu Mu propped up his upper body, trying to look more normal, but his movements were a little unstable because of the weakness of his hands and feet.

"At this temperature, you still want to send that little express?"

"Just take a pill of antipyretic medicine and ......" It's fine. Xu Mu pursed his dry lips, wanting to fight for it again, but in Feng Yuan's threatening gaze, he automatically swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Don't think about it by courier, give me your boss's number, and I'll ask you for leave together." Take medicine in the morning, and if the fever doesn't go away later, I'll take you to the hospital to hang saline. Feng Yuan said noncommittally, and stretched out his hand to Xu Mu to ask for the number.

Xu Mu looked at Feng Yuan pitifully, desperately hoping to get amnesty, but in Feng Yuan's unwavering gaze, he had to hand over the number of the boss lady aggrievedly.

Feng Yuan glanced at him warningly, raised his hand to look at his watch, reached out to loosen the tie knot he had just made, and took out his mobile phone to go to the balcony to call for leave.

That's a big loss!

Xu Mu leaned on the back of the sofa with a sad face and hugged the quilt, and sighed heavily.

Even if his salary is forgotten, Feng Yuan's salary will definitely be higher. If you add it together..................

Thinking of money, the courier brother felt that his head hurt even more.

When Feng Yuan came back after making a phone call, Xu Mu was curled up in the corner of the sofa groggily, weak.

He frowned, strode over, picked up Xu Mulian and the quilt, and stuffed it into his big bed in the master bedroom. Then I found two antipyretics and poured them down.

Fu Zhu ran into the bedroom after Feng Yuan's feet, blinking his glass-like eyes and lying on the bedside table closest to Xu Mu, as if he was also a little worried.

After more than half an hour, Xu Mu's condition did not improve, but became stricter, and he was not even conscious.

Feng Yuan twisted his eyebrows and took a towel to help Xu Mu wipe the sweat on his forehead, feeling that something was a little wrong, he looked at Fu Zhu, adjusted the tablet in his hand into a drawing tablet and threw it to it, "Tell me what he did yesterday, and don't miss a thing." ”