"Obviously, you can't."

Obviously, Song Sizhe is serious about this matter:

"I was here last year, but unfortunately I didn't make it."

"Shouldn't a decent family like you pursue the so-called 'fairy sword'? How could you come here to find it for a demon sword? ”

Song Sizhe is a decent person, he also loves to be oily and smooth when he is not serious, and he is a flower thief, but no matter what these appearances are, it does not hinder the fact that he is a top practitioner.

Since he thought he was a decent immortal master, he was looking for a demon sword, which was really a bit difficult to understand.

"I didn't seek this sword for myself."

"Who is that for?"

"For you."

A very short conversation, Su Muhan was instantly dumbfounded, this sentence was touching, and it still sounded oily at first glance, but there was a very shocking question in these simple words:

"You knew I was going to show up last year?"

Su Muhan calmed himself down for a long time: "Are you really the disciple of that bastard god operator?" ”

God operator, Su Muhan can't remember his appearance, but this person, this dead old man with a big mouth, Su Muhan will not forget his existence.

If it weren't for the fact that this old man talked a lot of nonsense, he might not have been reduced to the point where he didn't even have a decent bed in the Su family.

It's just that Song Sizhe didn't answer this question, of course, it can also be regarded as a kind of acquiescence, because Su Muhan didn't read any negative meaning from this guy's face.

"All in all, if you want to do something against the sky, you need to have a law against the sky, a sword to open the sky, and a person who goes against the sky, and you only need a sword in your hand......"

Song Sizhe is sometimes naughty and sometimes serious, and the two states switch freely, Su Muhan is a little incomprehensible:

"I didn't say that I was going to do something against the sky, you masters and apprentices are really going to give people hats."

Su Muhan has always repaid kindness and grievances, and he thinks that his mind is more open-minded than that decent person, since I have no grievances with the sky, what do I do against the sky?

Besides, the group of people who want to take revenge, they can't represent the so-called 'heaven'.

"You will understand, our master and apprentice never buckle their hats, in this world, only I can help you, so, I have said many times, you need me."

Song Sizhe's words are tantamount to a positive admission that he is the disciple of the divine operator.

"Yes, yes, my hero, I need you."

Although Su Muhan's answer was playful, what he said was sincere, because he didn't want to admit it so easily, so he needed to joke.

In another hour, their horses finally reached the bottom of the dead city.

"In the dead city, you need to go alone, if I am present, the demon sword will disappear without a trace."

After Song Sizhe got off the horse, he pointed to the gate downstairs of Sanshan City, Su Muhan's eyes looked ahead, it was pitch black, his cry was terrible, and the soul of grievances was not gone, and the road ahead was not easy to walk.

"Then you just wait for my good news!"

After Su Muhan dismounted, he patted Song Sizhe on the shoulder and wanted to enter the city directly.

But as soon as Su Muhan turned around, Song Sizhe took Su Muhan's hand, and then kissed Su Muhan's lips again, and didn't let go for a long time.

I don't know why, Su Muhan always felt that Song Sizhe's breath had a strange goodbye breath, it was sincere, and he had never faked it, so although he didn't officially admit the relationship, Su Muhan didn't resist at all.