After becoming a lifter, Su Ang has already written a lot of sword poetry.

When he was in Chen'an County, Guangteng left him the Mandarin Duck Butterfly Sword.

The Mandarin Duck Butterfly Sword was a priceless sword, because he was still a talent at that time and was not qualified to use the sword that was transformed into a spirit, so Guang Teng closed the spirituality of the Mandarin Duck Butterfly Sword.

If you want to restore the spirituality of the Mandarin Duck Butterfly Sword, you have to let it absorb all kinds of sword qi.

As a result, Suang wrote a lot of poems.

Just tonight, the Mandarin Duck Butterfly Sword finally reacted......

"Godfather, can you control the Mandarin Duck Butterfly Sword now?"

The mountain ghost asked thoughtfully.

Su Ang smiled but didn't say a word, his fingers knocked on the blade of the sword, and let out a sonorous crisp sound: "Don't wake up yet!"

Bite~

Zheng~~~

The sword light suddenly coiled into the air, and wisps and threads converged together, like countless lines of light scattered like mist, and gradually moved closer to the center.

The lines of light caressed Su Ang's cheeks, with a sword aura, but very warm.

It seems to have a moist feeling, like a warm summer drizzle......

"Ah~~~"

"Wake up~~~"

One gold, one purple, two graceful female figures gradually took shape.

They stretched out their waists lazily, and the beautiful lines became more and more attractive.

"Master!"

The purple woman was the mandarin duck, taller than the butterfly, and the slender arms of the white lotus root were wrapped around Su Ang's neck.

She didn't shy away at all and was naked, wanting to squeeze herself into Su Ang's arms.

"Don't do that. Su Ang pursed his lips.

"Master, the slave sisters sincerely recognize the master, the slave sisters are swords, swords, destined to have a master, the master doesn't need to be shy......"

"Do! Wandering wreckage, it's time to fight!"

Su Ang's face suddenly turned cold.

The mountain ghost had long seen that the mandarin duck was not pleasing to the eye, grabbed the scabbard, and beat the mandarin duck from Su Ang's body.

The butterfly still wanted to be the same as the mandarin duck, so she was so frightened that she stopped obediently......

Can't get used to it, the spirit admits death, and is also very good at climbing along the pole.

If his face had improved, he might have climbed into his bed at some point.

Su Ang said coldly: "Now that you have come back to life, you are free." If you want to follow me, be my left and right swordsman, and if you don't want to follow me, just leave on your own. ”

"What?" the two Mandarin Duck and Butterfly sisters looked surprised.

In the past, they were just special swords, but after regaining their sanity, they are the magic of the golden sword.

Su Ang drove them away?

Su Ang was willing to drive them away?

"Sister?" the mandarin duck looked at the butterfly.

Butterfly didn't hesitate at all and said, "Listen to my sister." ”

"Good. ”

The mandarin duck spat out a wisp of sharp sword qi, and she and the butterfly had more beautifully patterned women's armor on their bodies.

Then he looked at Su Ang, and after struggling slightly, his face was very calm.

The sword must have a master after all.

Their sisters have been closed to their minds, but in the past two years, they can still perceive things in the outside world.

They watched Su Ang grow step by step, and also found that Su Ang rarely used them against enemies, or rather, Su Ang did not treat them as a tool, but carefully maintained them.

What else do they want from such masters?

"The sword needs a master after all. ”

The mandarin duck said to Su Ang: "If the slave sisters don't leave, just be your left and right swordsmen, when you need to use us, we will turn into a sharp blade and ...... for you."

"No, you don't. ”

Su Ang still had a straight face, and instructed the mountain ghosts: "Send a message to Sihailou tomorrow, and ask them to find a suitable thick sword to send to their father." ”

"Yes. The mountain ghost was puzzled.

The strength of Sihailou is good, and there are many treasures, but it is difficult to find a level like the Mandarin Duck Butterfly Sword.

But in front of outsiders, the mountain ghost will only say 'yes' to Su Ang.

The face of the stepfather is inviolable.

"Why?" the mandarin duck was also puzzled.

She was proud to be a top-notch sword, and felt that it was difficult to find a sword in the world that could match them.

But she suddenly remembered an incident from before, and looked at Su Ang's eyes with a particularly complicated look.

"The hound will die on the mountain, and the general will inevitably die in battle?" Master, are you afraid that the slave sisters will be cut off?"

The mandarin duck remembered when she had just taken shape.

At that time, she had just become a spirit, and the butterfly had not yet been able to break free from her body.

She stuck on a huge piece of flesh with a radius of thirty feet, and the piece of meat thumped and fluttered, drifting with the waves.

This piece of meat is a huge heart.

She remembered in a trance that she was more powerful before, but in order to kill the owner of the heart, her mind was burned by the blood of the owner of the heart, and this is how she was born.

Or rather, the death of a more powerful sword that gave her a chance to be born.

I remember that at that time, a man wearing an eight-foot long crown fell from the sky, and the man broke his heart, only picked a drop of blood in the deepest part of the huge heart and ate it, and then accompanied her to say two words.

The first sentence is: "The hound must die on the mountain, and the man will inevitably die in the boundless sky. ”

The second sentence is......

What is the second sentence?

What is it!

The mandarin duck covered her forehead and groaned, she remembered that she was thrown by the man casually and didn't know how far she was beaten, but she couldn't remember the second sentence the man said.

She also suddenly realized that she couldn't remember the man's face.

Who is he?

Who is he!

Memories are confused, and the deepest part of the mind is desecrated.

The deepest privacy was violated, and the mandarin duck had a crazy rage, but the strange feeling fell down, and when she landed, she felt that everything was taken for granted.

She couldn't remember what the man looked like.

I can't remember the man's second sentence, and it should be.

The mandarin duck didn't even have the idea of questioning, and he didn't even have the idea of thinking about it more.

"The hosts. ”

The mandarin duck said softly: "The slave sisters are swords, and the sword needs a master, and it is inevitable that it will be folded on the battlefield." ”

This is their fate, Mandarin Duck has always thought so.

Su Ang shook his head: "If you have wisdom, you live, and the living don't need fate to arrange themselves." ”

"The host ......"

The mandarin duck was grateful.

The butterfly's eyes were also moist, and her temperament was delicate, and she unconsciously leaned on Su Ang's body.

"Don't mind!"

"Don't get me wrong!"

Su Ang pouted.

"Either be an honest swordsman, or simply call my father my righteous daughter. I've got someone, and she's only going to be her, don't think about it!"

"Hee-hee. The mandarin duck butterfly laughed.

The mountain ghost also sneered: "Godfather, you always say that you have someone, but the slave hasn't seen the godmother yet." ”

"There really is, and I promised her......"

Su Ang splashed ink, and the pen was vigorously branded on the slip next to him......

'Eternal as a matchmaker, heaven and earth as a hiring, I will control 100,000 miles of colorful flowers to marry and marry Yiren. ’

From time to time, there are stars falling like rain, there are heavenly generals dancing swords, there are fairies singing, there are heroes cheering, and there are heroes singing.

I should take the stars and the moon, and make a crystal rose with all the stars in the constellation Cupid, the goddess of love, and plug it into her hair......

Su Ang put down his pen and stopped inking.

The three beautiful women present couldn't help but be obsessed.

"Report .............................."

Suddenly, the door was slammed open.

Feng Fuji rushed in with a frightened face.

I can't care about the etiquette, I can't take care of anything!

Feng Buji bowed his head and roared angrily: "Tell your lord, Shui Mingyuan died in his mansion and was dismembered!"

"Let's, let's ......"

"We've become scapegoats!"

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