Chapter Thirty-Seven: Your Dream Is Long!
"Okay, for the teacher, I will sacrifice my life to accompany the hero today!"
Han Song yelled, he didn't seem to notice anything wrong with Han Yu, he looked like he was afraid that the world would not be messy, as he spoke, he also squeezed his eyes at Han Yu beside him, as if to say: "How about it, this b pretending to be a good teacher!" ”
"Don't make a mess!"
The sword spirit twisted Han Song's ear, and the latter cried out in pain.
"Okay, as long as you let go!"
For the sword spirit, Han Song didn't seem to have any resistance or refutation, the sword spirit only said one word, and he was defeated and begged for mercy.
"Hmph, you'll be like this after you, see if I don't beat you to death!"
The sword spirit let go, gave him an angry look, said a word angrily, and then whispered to Han Yu, "Han Yu, what's wrong with you?" ”
Although he had not been in contact with Han Yu for a long time, Sword Spirit still felt very good and reliable about this big boy of his age, and he had the impression that he would not be like this, unless there were some special circumstances.
Han Yu didn't seem to hear the sword spirit's question, and didn't answer her, his eyes stared at the three flying shadows in the sky without blinking, like a wolf, a wolf that had already determined its prey.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the smile was eerie and terrifying, making people shudder.
"I'm tired of flying in the sky, come down and rest!"
After Han Yu finished speaking, his pupils suddenly opened, and an invisible energy rushed madly from the three flying shadows towards the sky.
The bodies of the three flying shadows in the sky shook slightly, and they didn't even react, they only felt that the air around them seemed to suddenly become much heavier, and their bodies were also pressed down.
"Bang~"
The bodies of the three Flying Shadows fell rapidly, falling to the ground, and immediately let out a thud, followed by a puff of flying dust.
"Damn, this chicken blood is too much!"
Han Song couldn't help but swallow his saliva, looking at Han Yu beside him, his face, which had always been more "funny", couldn't help but show a look of shock.
"It's amazing!!"
The sword spirit's mouth opened slightly, and it was also shocked, but after the shock, there was still that blush.
"Of course, you don't want to see who his master is!"
Han Song's nostrils turned to the sky, and he said proudly, then looked at Han Yu, with a look of relief, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's worthy of being my apprentice, but my apprentice is too powerful."
The sword spirit rolled his eyes, and he directly ignored Han Song's words.
Jian Xing didn't speak, and he didn't even look at Han Yu, not because he looked down on Han Yu, but because his eyes were on those three flying shadows from the beginning to the present, even if the three flying shadows were embarrassed now, he still looked at him wholeheartedly.
Ask him why? There is no reason, and if there is one reason, it is to say in the words of the sword: "I am fighting now!" ”
"Hey, old, don't put on a coffin face, let's talk about it, how is my apprentice's hand?"
Han Song smiled, with a smug look, as if it was not Han Yu who did it just now, but him.
"Your apprentice?"
He didn't seem to care about Han Song's "title" Sword Xing, or he was used to it, he snorted coldly, didn't even glance at Han Song, and his voice was still as cold as ever: "Your dream is quite long!" ”
"I'll be your uncle!"
Han Song scolded with a smile, he didn't expect the sword shop to ridicule himself, this is really the first day of the new year, eating wine and rice - the first (bad)!
The sword spirit was also stunned, and then covered her mouth and snickered, obviously, for the sword line at this time, even her own sister rarely saw it.