When Mu Xuehu woke up, he felt that he already had a black sword in his consciousness, and next to the sword was a man in black sitting cross-legged, giving people a warm feeling.

I found that the time outside did not change with my sleep just now, and it was still the hour when I just lay down.

Mu Xuehu frowned, were those conversations just now all instantaneous?

Mo Yang sensed Mu Xuehu's arrival, got up, picked up 'himself', and began to dance the sword slowly and without lack of murderous aura in front of Mu Xuehu's eyes, the sword was like a gentle wind, as long as there was a trace of loopholes, it would pass through, and then suddenly turned into a violent wind and crushed you: "First teach you the basic swordsmanship, the first style - chiffon." ”

Huan Yue was absentmindedly dealing with Hei Feng, and Hei Feng thought that the time was ripe, so he asked with a smile: "I wonder if Luo Xiaoxi is very good at the skill book she got?" ”

Before the words fell, Huan Yue quickly rushed into the room, leaving a sentence: "Slow down and don't send it." ”

The figure was gone.

Hei Feng's ears were slightly red, I don't know if I heard what he asked clearly, I always felt a little strange, why would I care about a girl younger than myself?

Huan Yue's face was a little solemn, because he was sealed on Mu Xuehu's body, his ability had decreased significantly, but he was still much higher than Mu Xuehu, and his divine sense was also the same, although he couldn't understand the other party's divine consciousness completely and clearly, but he obviously felt that there was an extra sword in Mu Xuehu's divine consciousness.

And it's a very dangerous sword.

When Hu Yue kicked the door open, Mu Xuehu was stunned for a moment, and she was simply defenseless, "Mu Xuehu, did you do something very dangerous again?" Kindness? Why does a sword suddenly appear in your consciousness? ”

Seeing Huan Yue's anxious look, Mu Xuehu smiled slightly, just like a child, and called Mo Yang out to meet Huan Yue.

"My sword, Mo Yang. A sword that can cut off a qiē. ”

Mu Xuehu looked at Yue Yue with a smile.

Huan Yue was stunned by this smile, her ears were red, and in order to support the scene, she called her brother Hanyue out: "My brother, Hanyue." ”

Han Yue was still a little puzzled why Huan Yue would summon him out for no reason, but as soon as he came out, he felt a breath of blood, and his eyes stared at Mo Yang.

"Is that you?"

"It's you?"

Mo Yang never expected that the sword spirit who made friends with his master turned out to be Han Yue, a facial paralysis, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked with a perfect arc: "It's been a long time, I still miss the smell of the lotus in your hair." ”

As soon as these words came out, Mu Xuehu immediately looked at these two sword spirits with a look at JQ, one was snow-white and spotless, and the other was dark and warm as jade...... Wait, how about both of them being sword spirits...... This is one of Mu Xuehu's hobbies - rotten girls.

However, when she heard these familiar words, she immediately remembered a familiar and understated person in her mind: "Ha! Are you the one who broke into the demon world to find some good fate, and then fell in love with my brother who cut off my brother's hair! ”

When Mu Xuehu heard this, Yu Guang glanced at Han Yue slightly, and found that Han Yue's eyes were still unwavering, so he looked at Mo Yang with his eyes: The comrade revolution has not yet succeeded, and we still need to continue to work hard.

And Mo Yang was extremely surprised, he didn't expect that his master didn't dislike him, you must know the previous masters who disliked him...... He had already taken it away and sucked it dry.

Mu Xuehu...... Is it?

It's funny.