"Huh."

Looking at Ling Mufeng with such an appearance, after the sword elder sighed, he didn't care about it anymore and enjoyed the delicacies in front of him by himself.

"Hiccup~"

After a while of gobbling up, Ling Mufeng was so satisfied that he burped.

"Full?"

"Hiccup~ Full, full, hiccup~ I can't eat at all now, Hiccup~"

"Hmph, little sample, you let you eat it before and you were still arrogant with me?! I shouldn't have let you eat this today, old man! Let's see if you dare to be arrogant with me in the future! ”

As his words fell, the old sword raised his left hand towards the table in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, with a wave of the sword boss's hand, all the clutter on the table disappeared. Immediately afterwards, with another wave of Jian Lao's right hand, a set of luxurious and exquisite tea sets suddenly appeared on the dining table.

Looking at Ling Mufeng, when the sword elder raised the left eyebrow on his face, he asked him, "Hey, boy." Do you drink tea? ”

"Drink, of course."

Ling Mufeng, who had been shouting for most of the day, was having a dry mouth at the moment, and when he heard that there was water to drink, he naturally deserved.

The soup and dishes in the previous dinner banquet did not quench your thirst at all - Ling Mufeng said that he drank a big bowl, but he didn't use it! Don't drink anymore! Net belly swelling.

"Okay, then you wait for me to finish pouring this cup, and you can pour it yourself. Well~ This tea is really good, this fragrance, tsk, it's really wonderful. ”

As soon as he heard Ling Mufeng's response, the sword elder, who had originally had a tense face, instantly burst into laughter.

The things that you think are good can be recognized by others, and anyone is happy, and Rao is this peerless master is no exception.

When pouring tea, Jian Lao: "The son can be taught."

After Ling Mufeng saw that Jian Lao put down the teapot, he hurriedly reached forward and took the teapot from Jian Lao's hand as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

Then, Ling Mufeng held the handle of the pot with the four fingers of his right hand and pressed the lid with his thumb. Then, without holding the cup, he turned the spout of the pot to his mouth with the speed of the bell ringing.

Between the lightning and flint, under the stunned gaze of the old man, Ling Mufeng took a mouthful of the pot mouthful.

He actually staged a pot blowing directly!

"Poof! Your uncle, fuck me——! Old man, my Xuantian Holy Venerable Jade Girl Pure Heart Pot! Old man, my 10,000-year-old West Lake Longjing tea! Dare to ——! ”

After Ling Mufeng began to swallow the tea in a big gulp, suddenly, the sword elder who had come to his senses spewed out the tea that was still being savored in his mouth.

Roaring hysterically, the sword elder stood up with a "pop".

On the red table, the pale yellow tea spit out from Jian Lao's mouth was mixed with a few faint hints of red—Rao was as strong as Jian Lao, and at this moment, he couldn't help but be directly disturbed by Ling Mufeng's actions......

"What the hell is this! What about special upbringing? it!! Whew~Whew~...... Hold on, hold on! He's the future savior, you can't kill him! You can't kill him! With his death, all the earth, the sky, and the billions of living beings will cease to exist! You can't kill him!

Damn—damn it!

This damn little ghost!! How dare he!! ”

Jian Lao, whose face was gloomy and looked down, roared secretly when his hands clenched his fists angrily.

How many years, it must have been hundreds of millions of years, standing at the apex of this world group cultivator-Sword Elder. How could he, who had never been bloodied after hundreds of millions of battles, think that he would be injured today in the hands of Ling Mufeng, a fledgling junior who had not even been able to erase the threshold of the path of cultivation......

"Damn! How dare you——!! ”

At the moment when the sword elder, whose face was flushed, suddenly raised his head, his mouth suddenly opened and roared.

In an instant, as the sword elder opened his mouth and roared, the time in the entire secret realm suddenly froze.

With the freezing of time, Ling Mufeng, who was still blowing tea on the pot and drinking happily, inevitably stopped and froze.

"Huh—I really am, what is it to compare with a child, after all, he is just a child, he doesn't understand everything, how can I blame him? He's just a kid after all......"

The sword elder who was talking to himself walked straight to Ling Mufeng's right side through the wooden table in front of him as if he were walking through the wooden table in front of him.

Then, shaking his head and continuing to talk to himself, Jian Lao, from the frozen Ling Mufeng's hand, took his baby teapot back with his fingers.

In an instant, when Jian Lao saw the crystal saliva, which had been stained on Ling Mufeng's lips, he suddenly twisted his complexion, which had been soothed by his own words.

At this moment, the sword elder showed anger on his red, extremely distorted face.

"Uhh——!!h

With a roar, the sword elder who suddenly moved, a right foot whirling kick, kicked his right foot full of anger viciously on the face of Ling Mufeng, who was frozen in frames.

"Poof!"

With such a sound, Ling Mufeng's little head, which was originally standing on his neck, was directly kicked by Jian Lao.

In an instant, Ling Mufeng's head, which had been kicked by the sword elder, directly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

"Whew! What about children?! What if it's a savior?! This bastard! How dare he, how dare he! He- how dare he, do this to my old man, my darling?! Damn, damn it!! ”

The sword elder who clenched his fists in both hands and bent over shouted hysterically, "Damn bastard! Even if I kill him 10,000 times, it will be difficult to calm the old man, and my heart will be angry! Damn it!! ”

Now, Jian Lao's precious teapot has been given the power of space by him, hidden in a space that is completely made for him.

As for the saliva on the mouth of the teapot that had been sticking to Ling Mufeng's lips, it was completely wiped away by him when Jian Lao was reading and controlling it.

"Uhh——!!h

After a long roar, the elder sword, who was getting angry, began to talk to himself again when he was holding his forehead: "Hey, what's wrong with me? Is it because you haven't been with people for too long? Or because I haven't been angry for too long, how could I, how could I be so out of shape—little ghost......"

Looking at Ling Mufeng, who had nothing on his neck and no head in front of him, Jian Lao's face was gradually slowing, and in his eyes, fluorescence flowed.

"Huh."

Jian Lao, when he sighed in a low voice, used his right hand to face Ling Mufeng's neck and waved it lightly.

At the moment when the sword elder waved his right hand lightly into the air, on top of Ling Mufeng's broken neck, the intact head suddenly appeared.

And at the moment when Ling Mufeng's head was restored to its original state, in the secret realm, the time that had been frozen by the anger of the sword elder turned again.

"Hmm??? What the heck? What was going on? What am I doing here? What happened? ”

Ling Mufeng, who had just gotten rid of the freeze frame, entered a temporary confusion of thinking because of the time freeze.

"Oh, by the way, I was drinking tea. Hey? Teapot? Huh? Hiss~ Where is the teapot in my hand? What's going on? Just now I was still holding it in my hand and said, why is this in the blink of an eye, saying that it is gone? ”

Ling Mufeng, who didn't know why, looked at his empty palm, and muttered to himself with a confused expression.

The sword elder, with a straight waist and a solemn face, raised his head and lowered his eyes, stared at Ling Mufeng in front of him, and said proudly: "Hey! Boy, what's your name? ”

"Uh~~ Ling Mufeng, "Ling" is the domineering "Ling", "Mu" is like the "Mu" of the spring breeze, and "Wind" is the "wind" that rides the wind and waves. Grandpa, what's your name? ”

Ling Mufeng, who was asked about his name, scratched his head and smiled when he looked at the old face of the sword.

This Ling Mufeng was just a child in the end, it was just a meal, and the "evil" that Jian Lao had done to him before was completely forgotten by him.

Although the obvious reason for this is because Ling Mufeng can't feel the slightest pain now—after all, he was born to belong to the kind of person who forgets the pain when he has a scar.

Looking at the innocent and smiling Ling Mufeng in front of him, Jian Lao's heart couldn't help but tremble - this little ghost doesn't seem to be bad, at least, the essence is not bad.

"You just call me Sword Boss. Remember, my sword is the "sword" of ten thousand swords returning to the sect, and the sword aura is like a rainbow, always old-fashioned, and the "old" of the old man! ”

Between the words, the sword elder raised his head and lowered his chin slightly.

"As I said before, I built this secret place. If you want to get out of here, you'll have to listen to me - defeat the two living golems I let out just in time. You don't have a choice for him. After all, this is my husband's territory, and everything is up to me.

Oh, yes, yes, there's one way out for you, and that's – die here. Your soul is leaving, even the old man can't stop me. Hmph, okay, choose, my child! Come, tell me out loud! What's your choice!? ”

In the end, Jian Lao couldn't help but shout excitedly. With a loud roar, Jian Lao's hands, which were originally behind his back, were suddenly raised above his head.

"Uh...... What's "death"!? Is it something that hurts more than just now? If not, I'm going to pick it! If it doesn't hurt, I'm going to choose "death"! I don't want to "hurt" anymore! I'm most afraid of pain! ”

After being stunned for a moment, Ling Mufeng, who was blushing and thick-necked, roared out his answer loudly.

"Poof! Ahem, ahem! ”

Hearing Ling Mufeng's response, Jian Lao, one of them didn't control it, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out.

When he coughed lightly, Jian Lao, who hurriedly wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, said secretly in his heart: "Damn, it's terrible to be uneducated, the little ghost is really difficult." Huh~ It's really sad, what have his parents been doing all these years? When this son is for me? Is it so irresponsible?! ”

"Ahem!"

The chin coughed lightly, and the sword was old.

"What about the thing "death"......" Jian Lao thought about it for a long time, but he really couldn't think of anything that could be described to Ling Mufeng concretely, and there were words about "death".

In desperation, Jian Lao had no choice but to say to Ling Mufeng: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts very much!" Quite painful! The kind of pain that hurts so much that people die and come alive is "death"!