When she came out, she saw a young man with clear eyebrows, dressed in a gray light blue cloth, squatting by the stove, his face was gray and sticky with a lot of black charcoal, and he had a painful expression on his face.

"What bad luck!" The boy grabbed his bleeding finger, quickly took out a piece of cloth to wrap his finger, and then continued to burn the fire like a miserable stray cat.

The heavy sword flashed for a moment, but because it was placed in the fire, it was difficult to distinguish.

Moreover, the young man was an ordinary person, and he only felt a strange feeling just now, but he didn't think much about it, and continued to burn the fire.

The boy had been burning a fire here for a day, and the servants who came and went hurriedly took the water out with wooden buckets, and came back with empty buckets to take the water out.

When the boy saw that there was no water, he had to fetch water from the well outside.

Sang Li saw the heavy sword come out of the fire, and then followed behind the young man.

The boy was unaware and continued to carry the water.

The black heavy sword, which was even more black after being burned by the fire, followed him, right behind him, and the young man couldn't find the heavy sword behind him without looking back.

Sang Li raised her eyebrows slightly, the heavy sword left, and her soul body also moved over, so a transparent soul body and a heavy sword sitting in the air were following behind the young man.

It wasn't until midnight that the boy didn't have to light the fire.

He dragged his tired body to the room where the next person lived.

A heavy sword and a transparent white soul followed him.

Teenage name twenty.

He was a slave bought back by the Li family, and because he was the twentieth, he was called twenty.

The boy didn't notice anything unusual, but it seemed that the night was cooler tonight.

More than a dozen people live together in the next room, and there are more than a dozen bunks on the floor.

There were nineteen people in his room.

He came back late, and there was already a grunt, deafening, as if he had come here with a big cow.

Twenty found his own bunk, and slept directly with his clothes and quilts.

He listened to this snoring a lot, and learned to ignore it.

But he was still irritable, and he really wanted to kick that person.

His nerves were weakening.

But he had learned to be patient, and to-morrow he would have to curry favor with the old woman with the money, or else his life would be too difficult for the rest of his life.

It was also at this time that he felt that there was something more in the quilt, cold and cold.

His first reaction was not a snake? After all, someone here has been bitten by snakes before.

He immediately lifted the quilt and saw the fire-pounding stick lying on his floor!

Twenty's eyes were about to pop out.

His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and he was terrified by the sight of this fire-pounding stick.

He immediately jumped out of the way.

The corpse of the soul hangs in the air.

Her complexion was slightly complicated, this was not commanded by her, she was now a man with a man, and it was impossible for her to do such a thing to drill into other little white face quilts.

But I've seen too much of this heavy sword, and I suddenly feel that this heavy sword suddenly has its own consciousness, and I just feel a little strange.

She's really not a epee after all, she's just an outsider.

She sighed.

The boy was short of breath from the fright.

Seeing him leave, Ephemee followed.

Sangli: ......

Sang Li actually has some confusion, if this heavy sword has spiritual sense, then this heavy sword will also be cultivated into a human form in the future, so what is she Sang Li? This heavy sword had a spiritual sense in ancient times, why couldn't it transform after she came, but if she had a spiritual sense before she came, then that spiritual sense was the real heavy sword.

Sang Li frowned, only feeling that everything was so confusing.

She just watched how this heavy sword got to the Qin family's underground ice cave!

Lower room.

Twenty frightened: "Ahhhhh ”

The people who went down to the room were awakened.

"Grass, what's your name in the middle of the night?" The snoring man said angrily, and his voice was like that of a cow,

"Twenty, what's wrong with you?" The boy next to him asked suspiciously.

"Look, this fire-pounding stick has become a fine man!" Twenty pointed to his eyes and said loudly.

Twenty could see the heavy sword in front of him standing like this without moving, and then he said it to everyone.

But what everyone saw was that Twenty pointed to the air in front of him, as if he really saw something.

"You're not going to do too much, are you? You don't have anything in front of you, huh? ”

"There won't be ghosts, will they?"

"Shhhh

……

Twenty was alert, the old lady was the most taboo about these things, and if he said something unclean, it was possible to be kicked out of the Li Mansion.

He suppressed the shock in his heart, and said with a dry laugh: "I saw it wrong, I read it wrong, let's go back to sleep." ”

The others cursed a few words and lay back down.

Twenty lay back on the covers, and the heavy sword also lay back, and Twenty was tense and stiff.

Will he die? Youkai won't kill him?

He slowly fell asleep under this tense nerves.

The next day I had to get up and work again.

Sang Li just looked at the heavy sword and followed the young man, at first the young man was not used to it, he was very scared, and then gradually regarded the heavy sword as a friend, and with a secret joy, everyone could not see it, only he could see it, wouldn't he be too lucky.

Sang Li just looked at Twenty who had been a slave all his life, and then when he died of illness, he said to his grandson: "Grandpa has a guardian sword by his side." ”

Sang Li sighed, finally not a fire-pounding stick.

Twenty grandsons and sons talked nonsense as if he was about to go west.

And the gray-haired and old twenty looked at the divine sword in the air, smiled kindly, and said two words: "Thank you." ”

Finally, he knocked his eyes.

Mulberry has a complicated complexion.

The heavy sword contracts a mortal, a very ordinary life.

Twenty left, the heavy sword flew wildly, and Sang Li also followed the heavy sword and floated wildly.

Eventually, the heavy sword fell into the turbulent river and disappeared.

Finally fell under the deep sea.

Sangli felt a little familiar here.

Neither master was a mighty monk or a great power, and the heavy sword slept in the deep sea silt.

Time flies quickly.

The picture in front of Sang Li's eyes also changed rapidly.

The deep sea became an alpine glacier, and then from an alpine iceberg to a flat land, because the broken wall was cut by the force of nature, and part of the heavy sword was also cut, and under the influence of another ontology, it tended to be an ontological and gradually became a snow condensing sword.

The sword was sealed in the stone wall, frozen in a naturally formed ice cave.

The laws of the world are constrained, and the laws of nature are constrained.

The epee fell into a deep slumber.

After the reconstruction fell into a deep sleep, there was no longer a story to follow.

All the images in front of me are gone.

Sangli has returned to the ninth floor of the Nine Ghost Tower.

She was in a trance for a moment, then kowtowed slightly.

The Snow Condensation Sword is part of the heavy sword, but it was separated because of the force of nature.

Xue Ning Sword is not a real heavy sword, so what about her Sang Li?

Her palm condensed a transparent heavy sword.

She looked at the heavy sword silently, not knowing what to think, and said nothing.

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