Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 705 The Personal Disciple Is the Demon Lord (35)

"Is that so?" Yun Xian's tone was ambiguous, "Master is so kind, you can ignore many things after they have happened."

"I really envy the senior brother"

Sang Jian: "?"

"Do you have to do it?" The previous things were all done by the original owner, so what does it have to do with her?
It's because it has nothing to do with her, so she said it's over and it's over. Is there any problem?

completely fine!
"I do not have."

Yun Xian retorted, and immediately changed the topic, "Master, let me show you some punches now."

Sang Jian: "."

You're a kid!

Sang Jian snorted softly, and lay leisurely on the recliner, eating pastries while looking at Yun Xian.

This kid said that he was not sure about many things, but in fact, he fought well and was very standardized.

Sang Jian occasionally instructed where to use force, and the rest depended on Yun Xian's own feelings.

Yun Xian hit it twice by himself, then ran to light the fire to make dinner, and then went out to run around in the moonlight.

Even if Sang Jian told him to rest, he didn't stop.

People are so strange sometimes, as long as they find the direction of their efforts, they will desperately want to do their best.

Half a month later, Sang Jian felt that his punches were almost done, so he threw him a few more sword books.

"Take it."

Sang Jian just gave Yun Xian the sword manual, and soon threw him a long sword.

Yun Xian held the sword manual in one hand, and took the long sword in the other.

When taking the sword, Yun Xian clearly felt a powerful aura flowing from the sword.

"Master, this sword is not ordinary, right?"

Yun Xian's hand holding the sword trembled a little.

For some reason, as his physique got better and better, he seemed to instinctively reject aura.

It's just a little uncomfortable, but it's not unusable.

"It shouldn't be Fanpin." Sang Jian usually lays on the deck chair like a salted fish, eating the food that Yun Xian bought for her today.

The reason why she is not sure is that the sword was found in the original owner's space.

There is no record of the origin of this sword in Yiyuan, and she also picked it up many, many years ago in her memory, and has never used it.

Anyway, the origin is unknown.

But from the aura emanating from it, you know it's not an ordinary thing.

The Wu Mo Sword cannot be used in the Qianfeng Sect, so it is natural to find another sword for him.

"Use this sword to learn in the future, and you should hide the sword I gave you earlier."

Yun Xian looked at the sword in his hand, and was a little happy at first, but after hearing what Sang said, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, pulling him back to reality.

He almost forgot that she was his scapegoat.

It wasn't too obvious before, but now it can be said to be completely exposed.

After all, no one would hide what was given away.

Everyone is eager to let others know that it was given by themselves.

Although the Magic Sword is an exception, she didn't let herself use it at all, but gave it to herself, which is worth thinking about.

Yun Xian lowered his head, clutching the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sang Jian next to him could clearly feel his depression.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Don't like it?"

Yun Xian immediately came back to his senses, "No, I like it very much."

"Oh." Sang Jian looked at him and said, "Seeing you look unhappy, I thought you didn't like it."

"I just thought of something suddenly, and I want Master to explain one or two things for me."

Yun Xian took a step forward, slowly squatted beside Sang Jian's reclining chair, and looked at Sang Jian, "Master, what if one day I die?"

(End of this chapter)