That man stabbed me in the heart with a sword, didn't it become the sword of my foolish host?

Anyway, this sword was awakened with his blood, and it was full of anger, and he was new to this thing, so I don't know if my host can withstand it!

The rampant spiritual power surged through my host's body, and the hot transpiration gradually condensed from his dantian to the hole in his heart that had been pierced.

I feel that something is wrong at the moment, where is this spiritual power that cannot be carried because of the weakness of the physical body, this is clearly the spiritual power of this sword to stimulate another hidden power in my host body to awaken!

I know the power of this spiritual power, it is not the same as the fairy spirit or the inner breath, but a new power that I have never been exposed to.

Could it be that this kid is really a demon?

As I thought, the host's eyes snapped open and he sane as he silently looked from the ground at the crowd of villagers watching.

A red light faintly flashed from his forehead, and when I tried to look closely, I couldn't see it.

"You guys, look, that little monster is actually awake!"

"No, what's on his forehead?

"What's the effort to talk to him? If you want me to say, even if he manifests into a monster with his small body, he is still the same as he used to be, and he can't make any waves at all!"

"Yes, yes, Ah, Ah Lang, weren't you so bullish just now, since you were able to snatch that divine sword from us for the first time, then you must also have the ability to take the divine sword for the second time, right?"

There was a lot of noise all around, and my host slowly got up and sat still, his mind clear, but I couldn't perceive any trace of his former personality.

In such a short period of time, can he still make him change someone under my nose?

I was thinking about it when the man named Ah Lang, who had snatched the sword and stabbed it into my host's body, suddenly slapped his chest: "Of course I can do it, how can this little monster withstand me?"

Although the voice is strong and deterrent, it obviously sounds a little unconfident.

As he spoke, the man named Ah Lang immediately threw off his dirty sleeves and strode towards us with a pat on his belly.

"Little thing, today I want you to see your grandfather and my majesty!" he said viciously, squeezing my host's shoulder with one hand, trying to shake it up like a chick.

But after some changes just now, even I am a small host, and it is difficult for me to understand it, let alone this mortal who is unaware and always likes to force his way out?

Ah Lang tugged on the host's shoulder, obviously pulling it casually but not moving for half a minute, he was stunned at first, as if he didn't believe in this evil. 、

So on the second occasion, he deliberately bent his hands into claws, and insidiously inserted the nails of several hands into the shoulders of my host.

He pushed extremely hard, but the small figure kneeling on the ground did not move, and there was a low and earnest sound of ridicule and conversation around him.

This made the man named Ah Lang very faceless, and in order to save his image, he immediately shouted violently, and the wheel circle five pointed at the host and slashed down.

I thought that this impulsive and still boiling spirit would help my host survive this angry slap.

However, it did not ......

In vain, I was in the slightest heartache, and there was some disappointment in my host's feelings.

Because right now, I was in the midst of a thrust that was thrown out with a bang, but it didn't last long before it ended.

Because, at this moment, we are being thrown aback on the platform of the altar.

In front of us, there was a trail of blood that had been dragged away, and there was the girl who had been concocted and sacrificed by those foolish people.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—" The host clutched his heart and coughed a few times, then spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" without warning.

At this time, he was dying, and he didn't know if it was the opponent of this group of strong villagers, not to mention, he couldn't run away without winning a fight alone.

I understood his painstaking efforts, he wanted, and he also arranged for the girl who had treated him to escape.

"I advise you, it may be too late to run!" There was blood at the corner of the host's mouth, and he didn't care about it, and he raised his sleeve to wipe it away.

He was not angry and arrogant, but I understood that when he said this, he was still thinking about wanting to save this group of foolish people.

"Yo he, little thing, you're afraid that you'll be slapped out by your grandfather and your brain will be stupid, right?

The more the man named Ah Lang spoke, the more energetic he became, just because he had earned back the admiring gaze of the villagers with that slap.

So now he is becoming more and more unscrupulous.

When he finished saying those words, there was a bang around him, and some children who looked funny and wanted to join in the fun actually picked up the debris and stones on the ground, and threw them at the host with a smile and a smile!

The small stone was impartial, and it happened to hit the host's forehead, and the sharp edges and corners made a small cut on it.

The blood rolled down the forehead and sideburns like dew on the leaves in the morning.

"I clearly gave you a chance......" My host slowly got up from the ground, because of the after-effects of the impact and the after-effects of that inexplicable impulse of spiritual power rampaging through his body.

I, a thin and short host, stumbled in the cool breeze of the night.

"Hey, I don't believe it, if I slap me again, see how long you little brute can be arrogant!"

He only wanted to make everyone in the room laugh, or he continued to irritate me, the little host, with vicious words to increase his own satisfaction.

While everyone was still laughing, I suddenly realized that I, the little host, were driving the aura and inner breath in his body.

I saw that his hand was bent into a claw, and a purple light that seemed to be a demon but not a demon lingered in his palm, and gradually a sword qi as blue as water slowly merged into the purple light along his wrist.

In the blink of an eye, the blue and transparent long sword that had been fused into my host's body conjured up.

The villagers who witnessed all of this fell silent suddenly, except for Ah Lang, who seemed to think that it might not be too much fun for him to mock me as a host.

So he simply turned his body back to face everyone, and proudly preached how powerful the person himself was, and how he could subdue and defeat me, the little host.

It wasn't until the air around him suddenly fell silent that his laughing voice silently froze, and then slowly turned around.....

Like the years of being impermanent, those years of becoming impermanence.