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Chapter 119 Leng Yan Sword Soul 16
broken!

Ling Chen wished he could slap himself twice: I tell you that you can't speak!

He quickly raised his head, and sure enough, he saw the third master looking at him with a very strange look.

Ling Chen felt uneasy, Miss Shuang was the woman the third master liked, so he wouldn't be torn apart by the third master, right?

He quickly said: "Master, don't get me wrong, I don't mean that I'm thinking about Miss Shuang, but I'm thinking about something related to Miss Shuang, I..."

Ling Huanyu interrupted him faintly: "Do you like women like Shuang Han?"

In fact, he was just asking questions normally, but in Ling Chen's ears——

The third master seems to be angry!
The third master never cared about this kind of thing before!
He raised his head, with a look of death on his face: "Third Master, don't get me wrong, this subordinate can swear that this subordinate has no unreasonable thoughts about Miss Shuang!"

He has a refined appearance, and such a serious speech is indeed very convincing.

It's just that the words are really weird.

Originally, Ling Huanyu was just asking casually, but when he heard Ling Chen's answer, he already believed six times in his heart that his subordinate liked Shuanghan.

He said lightly: "You don't have to be so eager to get rid of it, Shuang Han is indeed a good woman."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Ling Chen: "...!!!"

He stood behind him stupidly, looking at his third master's cold back, he just felt——my life is over!
……

In the room of love.

The Ling family's servants are very efficient, and she has already changed the room now.

The so-called honored guest's room was actually not very different from the room she lived in before. If I had to say it, the room was probably bigger.

"Miss Shuang, the third master ordered me to bring it here for you."

Someone knocked on the door, holding a long and simple wooden box in his hand.

Zhong Qing knew what was inside without looking at it.

She took it and said thank you, waited until the person left, and closed the door.

Zhong Qing showed a smile, put the long box in her hand on the table, and gently opened it.

A long sword without a scabbard lay quietly in a velvet-covered box.

Zhong Qing could see clearly that the sword was well maintained, every place was wiped and maintained regularly, and there was not even a trace of rust.

But that's all there is to it.

After all, it is an ancient relic thousands of years old. The entire metal sword body has no luster at all, and the blade part does not look as sharp as it used to be.

Only the delicate lines on the hilt remain the same as before.

Facing such a sword, most people would regard it as a work of art rather than a sharp weapon for killing people.

Zhong Qing gently held the long sword in his hand.

She stretched out her hand and gently brushed against the blade.

There was blood flowing from the palm of her hand, but her face showed no pain at all.

The blood that flowed from her body did not fall, but slowly penetrated into the sword body.

As if consecrated by the master, the ancient sword vibrated in Zhong Qing's hands.

Zhong Qing could clearly feel the excitement.

She chuckled lightly: "I've held you back for so many years."

The long sword made a long cry with a "buzz", as if responding to Zhong Qing's words.

Then the next moment, the entire sword body shook, as if an invisible layer of dirt had fallen off the long sword.

At this moment, the dusty peerless divine weapon finally showed its original brilliance.

The bright water reflected on Zhong Qing's face.

The long sword presented in front of Zhong Qing at this moment has completely changed its appearance.

(End of this chapter)