Di Tian, who was wearing an apron around his waist, stood in front of the coffee table, his eyes flickering slightly.
Ye Zichen raised his head and glanced at him. After so long, it seemed that he had become accustomed to doing housework, and it was natural to see him holding a rag.
"You know, what are you talking about?"
"Say it for fear of scaring you to death."
Di Tian shook the big braid, and when the braid was lifted, it almost slapped Ye Zichen in the face.
"Just your big braid, I really want to cut it for you."
Ye Zichen rolled up his arms and sleeves and was about to catch him, Di Tian hurriedly took a step back and said vigilantly.
"You can't cut my braids!"
"Then hurry up and say it!" Ye Zichen rolled his eyes at him angrily, and Di Tian mumbled, "Begging someone to do things is so arrogant, I don't know who taught you."
"Elder Hou..."
When Jin Sanpang saw it, the opportunity to flatter him came.
As soon as he pulled his neck and opened his mouth, Di Tian stretched out his hand and covered his mouth. He has been educated by the Hou brothers many times recently, and the injury on his body has not yet healed, so he does not want to be abused.
"Don't shout!"
That hand happened to be the hand holding the rag, and Jin Sanpang's face suddenly turned green.
boom.
He raised his hand and pushed Di Tian away, opened his mouth and shouted.
"Boss Hou!"
brush.
In the room, the Hou brothers suddenly appeared in the living room, and they had clearly formed a tacit understanding. Without saying a word, he walked towards Ditian.
"If they hit me, you don't want to know what it is!"
"Are you threatening me?" Ye Zichen glared at him and said to the Hou brothers, "Teach him a lesson!"
Ding dong dong.
A scream rang out, and Di Tian grinned and raised the white rag in his hand, just like raising a white flag...
The Hou brothers stopped when they saw the rag in his hand.
Look at this, this is not the first time.
"Don't hit me, if you hit me, I really can't stand it anymore." Di Tian rolled up from the ground and sat cross-legged on the ground, while throwing the rag aside and said, "If you are hitting me like this, then Just kill me."
"Dare to make threats?"
Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows, Di Tian was also a bachelor this time, and spread his hands.
"Beat me, just beat me to death. I'm fed up with being beaten every day. I admit that my status is the lowest here. I've done some outrageous things before, and I'm here to atone for my sins. But I know about you. Regulations, even if it is a murderer, don't bring such a beating when you go to jail!"
"You're right."
Ye Zichen squinted his eyes. When Ditian spread his hands just now, he did see through the cuffs that this kid was covered in bruises.
It seemed that he really got beaten up a lot, or he wouldn't.
"Then you can directly say what it is. If what you say makes me satisfied, then I will tell them not to hit you in the future."
"Is this true?"
Di Tian's expression brightened, and now he has no major pursuits.
After being beaten for so long, it can be considered that his temper has been beaten. He doesn't seek revenge now, just not to be beaten.
"Seriously!" Ye Zichen nodded noncommittally and said, "I can say it this time!"
"Then I'll tell you."
Di Tian got up from the ground, stretched out his hand and touched the pattern on the hilt. His face was full of solemnity, and after a long time, he said seriously.
"This is an ancient artifact, the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword."
"You bastard, who are you deceiving here?" Jin Sanpang raised his eyebrows and scolded, "Everyone knows that the Xuanyuan Sword was lost in the battle between Huangdi and Qiqi, and the hilt was also cut into two pieces. This is obviously It is a complete hilt, you say this is Xuanyuan Sword?"
"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Di Tian narrowed his eyes, and instantly, Jin Sanpang was speechless.
"It is rumored that the Xuanyuan sword was indeed lost, and the hilt was also cut into two pieces. But no one has seen it. All this is just a legend, and it is very likely that it has become two pieces. Maybe it was lost together with the Xuanyuan sword. ."
Di Tian was very strong when it came to Xuanyuanjian, and then said again.
"Besides, the Xuanyuan sword is an ancient artifact. Everything has a spirit, and the Xuanyuan sword naturally has a spirit. Do you dare to say that the hilt of the Xuanyuan sword has no spirit? Maybe, after the hilt is cut off, under the influence of the spirit, this The broken hilt is one again! Why do you say I'm bullshitting?"
He glanced at Ditian, and then at Jin Sanpang.
These two people are obviously very confident, but Jin Sanpang is a little weaker and can't refute at all.
Ye Zichen narrowed his eyes and glanced at the scabbard on the table!
The Xuanyuan Sword was his weapon before his reincarnation. If it was really the scabbard of the Xuanyuan Sword, then it should resonate with him.
For example, the One Yuan Lingzhu, the first time he saw him, he was very close to him.
But the Xuanyuan Sword's scabbard didn't respond along the way, it just lay dry in the gauze.
"How do you prove that it is really Xuanyuan Sword!" Ye Zichen asked.
"What I said is proof." Di Tian said with enthusiasm in his eyes, "Almost all people in the line of loose immortals regard Huang Di as their idol, and I am no exception! I know everything about Huang Di, this Xuanyuan sword body As the divine weapon that the Yellow Emperor always accompanied himself, I naturally researched a lot. Although the pattern of the hilt is partially covered by patina, I can still be sure that it is the Xuanyuan sword scabbard!"
"… "
Ye Zichen's face was filled with helplessness.
Unexpectedly, this kid turned out to be a fanatical fan of Huang Di, but he still turned against himself. If he knew that he was the reincarnation of the Yellow Emperor, I wonder if he would collapse.
"Why are you looking at me like this, don't believe it?" Di Tian's face was full of anger, "You actually suspect that I will misread Huang Di's divine weapon, this is the greatest insult to my life!"
"… "
Speechless.
After a while, Ye Zichen raised his hand and wrapped the hilt of the sword with gauze. Di Tian was in a hurry and stretched out his hand to stop the road.
"What are you doing, even if Huang Di's weapon is the hilt, you can't move it!"
"Then what should I do, offer it up?" Ye Zichen replied, rolling his eyes.
"It's not impossible." Di Tian hesitated for a while, then nodded and said, "I'll set up a sign for Huangdi in a while, and you can put the scabbard in front of you."
"Stop being so stupid."
He spat at him angrily, the kid still wanted to persevere, Ye Zichen glared.
"I see if you still want to be beaten."
"Don't, I don't want to be beaten." Di Tian quickly raised his hand, and immediately found the steps for himself, "You can hold the hilt of Huang Di's sword if you want, it's useless to you anyway. Even if the old man is angry, he is looking for you, and it has nothing to do with me."
"Then what are you talking about here!" He raised his leg and kicked his drum, and at the same time he took out WeChat, ready to exchange a rejuvenation pill for him.
But the moment he took out his phone, his phone vibrated violently.
"Brother, help!"
The one who sent the message was Shinji Erlang!