Chapter 2: Hundred Steps Flying Sword

Finally, in Sun Jie's lion's roar, Wei Xiaobao hid in the bathroom like a fly.

"Whew! this chick is really scary!"

In the bathroom, Wei Xiaobao pursed his mouth and said disapprerovingly: "Isn't it just a little bit of touching? and you won't get pregnant, why are you so excited!"

Outside the bathroom, Sun Jie pulled the bath towel on her body with a dark face, glared at the bathroom where Wei Xiaobao was, and then shook her little ass and went upstairs.

Wei Xiaobao stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower head.

"Hey, that's ...... Damn, stockings!" Wei Xiaobao ripped off the silk fabric that he had just used to blindfold his neck, but he didn't expect it to be a pair of stockings...... Black sè lace edging!

King Coco's stockings!

Wei Xiaobao visually measured the length of the stockings, and immediately affirmed that this thing was definitely Wang Keke's.

"Ouch, nosebleed, Nima!"

Smelling the faint fragrance coming from the stockings, Wei Xiaobao's nosebleed gushing!

"Wang Keke is my own yù, Sun Jie is also my yù, the two can't be both...... I'm cǎo your uncle!"

Wei Xiaobao casually put the stockings aside and began to take a bath.

In fact, Wei Xiaobao's injuries today are still quite severe, in addition to the internal injuries caused by the tall man, and the external injuries caused by the short silver sword are not simple.

"Damn, the little spinning top is really ruthless. Fortunately, I didn't hurt my face, otherwise my brother would have to castrate this guy!" Wei Xiaobao was quite unhappy with the dozen or so wounds left by the dwarf on his body.

"Hehe, good apprentice, you're doing well!"

Wei Xiaobao was taking a bath, when suddenly a voice came out into the pile of clothes on the side.

"Damn, master, you pervert, people are taking a bath!" Wei Xiaobao stood against the wall with his hands on his little brother, and said with a depressed face: "Master, can't you leave some private space for your apprentice?"

At this time, a black shadow condensed by the powerful mind of the blood monk appeared in the bathroom, and the string of Buddha beads around his neck was extremely black and bright, but as long as you pay a little attention, you will find that one of the Buddha beads has been dimmed.

"Even rice hair, the poor monk is not good at this!" As he spoke, the blood monk came to Wei Xiaobao's side as soon as his body moved, knocked him on the head, and scolded angrily: "The poor monk is very pure, and the poor monk does not engage in foundation!"

When did the master learn so many advanced vocabulary?

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to imagine what the master had done when he was not in the remnant sword.

"Master, you avoid it first, and discuss anything after I take a shower. ”

Although the monk had already shown that he was not interested in him, Wei Xiaobao felt that it was too difficult to let himself sing "Wash and Scrub" on the ground under the noses of an old man.

"Little rabbit cub, I don't dislike you for being ugly, monk, your opinion is quite big. I've got to talk about the ugly things before, I just said that I taught you a nirvana stunt, do you still want to learn it?"

The blood monk blew his beard and glared at Wei Xiaobao, and he wanted to slash this guy with one palm.

"Nirvana!"

Wei Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the master had promised that as long as he turned the short man and the tall man over, he would pass on a nirvana skill to himself.

"Oh mom, I almost forgot about it. Wei Xiaobao walked up to the blood monk with his hands on his little brother's farts and asked, "Master, what kind of stunt is it?"

The blood monk paused for a moment, nodded and said, "The ox fork is bursting!"

After speaking, the blood monk waved his big hand, and the remnant sword and hidden dragon fell into his hands.

"Since ancient times, there has been no faster way to kill someone than to cut your throat with a blade. Among the many throat-cutting techniques, the 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword' is the most domineering and unfathomable. The monk gently stroked the remnant sword, his eyes were soft, and he said slowly: "The sword is alive, no matter when, you should believe in the sword in your hand." ”

"A hundred steps flying sword, a blade to cut the throat!"

Wei Xiaobao's mouth opened wide in surprise, he didn't expect that this kind of nirvana that had been lost for hundreds of years would actually be in the hands of the master, no wonder when the dwarf in the People's Park said that he sneaked up on the tall man like a "hundred-step flying sword", the master would look disdainful.

"Master, your old man is doing well, hurry up and teach me?"

Wei Xiaobao estimated that if he could learn this trick, no matter what kind of master he was, as long as he could grasp the right time, he would be able to give the opponent a fatal blow.

"You can teach it, but with the true qi you have accumulated now, don't use it at will. The blood monk said quite sternly.

"Hmm. Wei Xiaobao nodded cautiously, he knew that although some ancient secret techniques were powerful, the requirements for the caster were quite high, which was also one of the reasons why some ancient fist techniques and secret techniques in Shenzhou were lost.

"Get dressed and follow me to the mountains behind the community!"

After the monk finished speaking, he stepped out of the bedroom first.

……

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Wei Xiaobao dragged his tired body back.

"Haha, this move 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword' really deserves its reputation, especially with the 'Divine Light Step', it will be even more rebellious. Wei Xiaobao was lying on the bed in prostration, holding the remnant sword in his right hand, and holding a small yellowed broken book in his left hand, which was the book on the dwarf with the secret technique of "Divine Light Step".

"The master said that although the secret ancient techniques in this world are extremely domineering, the most important thing is the improvement of their own combat power. Well, this point is the same as what grandpa said, but it's a pity that these things are not used with such good things!"

……

At night, a meter of sunlight gently shone through the window.

After finding a set of clean clothes to wear, Wei Xiaobao walked out of the room.

There was a noise in the kitchen, and it seemed that the wound on Sun Jie's buttocks had healed.

"Ahem, Sister Sun Jie, won't you be angry with me again?"

Wei Xiaobao poked half of his head into the kitchen and said with a smile.

"Angry, what are you angry about?" Sun Jie raised her eyebrows and glared at Wei Xiaobao.

Hey, could it be that Sun Jie is a fish! Otherwise, how could his memory be so bad?

"Haha, that's good, that's good. Wei Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief, after all, his hands took advantage of others last night.

However, Sun Jie's words immediately afterwards did not make Wei Xiaobao's egg hurt.

I saw Sun Jie put a few grilled sausages on the plate, and then said lightly: "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that the stockings you blindfolded last night were not my sister's mine, they were cocoa." If Coco knew that one of her favorite pair of black lace-trimmed stockings had been blindfolded by someone and ended up in the bathroom, I don't know what would happen!"

"This ...... Are the consequences really so severe?!"

Wei Xiaobao is a little weak-hearted, the relationship with Wang Keke has been getting worse and worse in the past few days, if he lets the other party know about this again, it is estimated that this bodyguard career will be completely over.

Wei Xiaobao was stunned in place, Sun Jie was a little puzzled, how could the little sè* wolf, who is usually not afraid of heaven and earth, feel a little abnormal when he heard his cousin's name.

"Xiaobao, won't you and Coco have a conflict?" asked Sun Jie.

"Haha, how can it be? We have a good relationship, and I went to Coco's dormitory last night to find her. ”

Wei Xiaobao ran the train with his mouth full, making Sun Jie want to put the plate in his hand directly on his face.