Seeing that when it was time to eat, King Chu Yan prepared the meal, carried it on a big tray, and hung the knife on his waist; Shi Shiran walked into the secret passage and asked for a kiss.
Cough, Mo Qingwu's sweet kiss at this age is certainly not very sexy, but, hehe... King Chu Yan doesn't care...
Mo Qingwu in the secret room has been waiting desperately. It has to be said that sealing a lively and cute little girl of this age in this kind of secret passage is simply a kind of cruelty!
Although the lighting in the secret room is good and the lights are bright; but after all, the sun is not visible. And children... which one doesn't like to be lively
Mo Qingwu was in more pain here; because of Mo Chengyu's injury, he had to use his kung fu to heal his injuries every day; generally at the level of a king-level master, he was rarely injured, but once injured, it was extremely difficult to heal.
What's more, it was an internal injury like Mo Chengyu who almost died
He meditated for a while, and only waited for his internal breath to accumulate, then he began to vibrate his internal organs, vibrated the blood in his body, and sprayed it out from his mouth; and then continued to heal the concussion injury just now...
Extremely troublesome.
Only when there is no blood congestion, the internal organs are completely restored to normal, and the meridians are completely unobstructed, can it be considered a complete recovery...
"Ah, brother Chu Yang, you're here!" Mo Qingwu spotted Chu Yang, her eyes lit up, and she almost ran in, about to jump into his arms.
"Uh, wait a minute... Brother still has food in his hand." At this moment, Chu Yang blamed the tray of food in his hand.
If it weren't for these things, wouldn't he be able to take a few laps with the soft and fragrant body that he dreamed of
After finally putting down the food, Mo Qingwu has already cautiously approached him: "Brother Chu Yang, can you spend a little more time with Xiao Wu today? Xiao Wu is here by herself, so pitiful..."
"Okay, okay..." Chu Yang agreed repeatedly, heartbroken. Well, even if it's an important matter, let's put it aside for the time being, and watch my little Qingwu feel wronged.
"Dinner is ready?" Following the voice, Mo Chengyu rubbed his hands and walked over from the secret room on the other side.
Mo Chengyu knew it. What Chu Yang cared about was only a little Mo Qingwu. He didn't pay attention to him, a king-level expert at all... If he came out late, he would really starve!
This guy never knew how to respect the old and the virtuous. Thinking of this, Mo Chengyu felt a little tangled about committing suicide. So depressing!
Even if it was three days in the middle school, which big family would he go to, and which family would not be very polite to his cultivation as a king-level master? Eat, drink, and take anything with you before you leave...
But in this kid's place, he was reduced to the point where he was scolded every day, and if he didn't pay attention, he would have nothing to eat! This... This is simply unreasonable!
Since living here, Mo Chengyu found himself changed a lot. At least the meal is on time. If you smell the aroma of the food, if you don't run here quickly, then what you will be waiting for is leftovers. This is when the treatment is good, and when the treatment is not good, you will be hungry...
And a little martial artist, actually shouting at himself... Uh? Musha? Mo Chengyu was taken aback by himself in disbelief: this guy was only a warrior when he first came here, why it only took two or three days... a warrior
Why is his cultivation speed so fast
"Since we're here, let's eat together." Chu Yang's tone seemed to be giving Mo Chengyu a great favor.
"Um, thank you, thank you... Thank you so much..." As soon as Mo Chengyu said this, he almost wanted to slap himself a few times! Damn, how can I be worse than a beggar? To be so grateful to be allowed to eat at the table together
Is this still a king-level expert? Is this still me? For a master at the king level to reach his level, it would be better to kill him head-on...
"Um, do you have any wine?" In order to save his dignity as a 'king-level master', Mo Chengyu asked with a straight face, very majestic.
"No." Chu Yang didn't raise his head: "Come on, Xiao Wu, try this, try that..."
"How do you eat without wine?" Mo Chengyu stared.
"Would you like to eat or not! I still begged you to eat? It's good if you don't eat, save a portion!" Chu Yang, who cares if you are a king-level expert? Not at all polite. He reached out and was about to bring the rice bowl in front of Mo Chengyu.
"Don't, don't... It's okay without wine, ahem, I'm injured now, and I can't drink... You should think about me..." Mo Dawangzuo immediately succumbed, protecting the bowl of white rice with both hands, although he found a reason for himself , but the tone of his speech seemed to be begging... because King Chu Yan was holding the job bowl with two fingers and pulling it out...
"Are you still drinking?" Chu Yan Wang took his time to hold his rice bowl. If he tried harder, the rice bowl would become broken...
"No more, no more... The food is delicious." Mo Chengyu hugged his rice bowl pitifully, and kept blinking: Ancestor, you don't know how to save me some face in front of Miss...
"Pfft...hahaha..." Mo Qingwu, who was burying her head in the soup, suddenly raised her head, couldn't help bursting out laughing, and then coughed while laughing, rubbing her stomach and screaming for pain.
Both Chu Yang and Mo Chengyu are... full of vegetable soup...
"Brother Chu Yang is really powerful. Uncle Cheng Yu is famous for his alcoholism in the family. Aunt Cheng Yu fought with him countless times for drinking, but he still drank endlessly." Mo Qingwu Worshipingly said: "But when Brother Chu Yang came here, Uncle Cheng Yu actually stopped drinking..."
Mo Chengyu wiped off the vegetable soup on his face, and there was still a disheveled expression on his face, thinking bitterly: I have to bow my head under the eaves; when I recover from my injury, let's see how I can treat this guy!
"Yes, because you, Uncle Cheng Yu, have grown up and become sensible, so you won't drink anymore. Be good." Chu Yang said softly, "Drinking is not good. When Xiao Wu grows up, you can't drink too..."
He remembered that Mo Qingwu in his previous life also loved the thing in the cup; he often used wine to relieve his sorrows...
"I don't drink it!" Mo Qingwu blinked her big eyes: "It's bitter and spicy, what's good to drink; I like to drink Tianli juice..."
"Ahem..." Chu Yang choked and coughed repeatedly.
Heavenly pear juice... This kind of high-grade fruit that nourishes qi and cultivates vitality will not be seen in the next three days, but Mo Qingwu actually uses it to squeeze the juice every day...
"My family has a pear garden." Mo Qingwu's words made Chu Yang's cough worse. Mo Chengyu laughed heartily at the side, very relieved, and finally saw your kid make an embarrassment once.
After a meal, Mo Chengyu will immediately go back to practice kung fu to heal his injuries.
"You will leave later; there is something else to do." Chu Yang said; to give Mo Qingwu this knife, of course someone must be watching and know how to do it; Mo Chengyu is the right candidate! If no one knows and let Mo Qingwu play with it casually, I'm afraid it will be gone as soon as it is taken out...
"What's the matter?" Mo Chengyu turned around.
"I found a gift for Xiao Wu, and I need you to be a witness." Chu Yang looked at him and said slowly.
"What gift?" Mo Chengyu originally wanted to say, 'What gift still needs a witness? 'But seeing Chu Yang's serious face, he immediately knew that this gift might be very important.
If it was an ordinary gift, Chu Yang would have pushed him aside long ago to coax the young lady to be happy...
This gift seems to be of great importance, at least it needs to be guarded by oneself, and it is best to report it to the head of the family! As a king-level master, Mo Chengyu is a fool? He understood as soon as he thought about it.
Turning around, sitting on the seat cautiously. This attitude is also a respect for Chu Yang.
"Brother Chu Yang, what gift?" Mo Qingwu tilted her head, looking left and right at Chu Yang's body: "Xiao Wu likes celebrating birthdays the most, and every time she celebrates her birthday, she receives many gifts..."
Chu Yang laughed, and cleared the table; then he untied the Xingmeng Qingwu Knife from his waist, and solemnly placed it on the table.
"This knife is so ugly." Mo Qingwu wrinkled her little nose, looking at the tattered scabbard, she really didn't like it.
But Mo Chengyu knows the goods. Seeing that the scabbard is so rusty, he knows that it must be a rare antique; he couldn't help asking: "This is it?"
"I don't know. This was when I was in Tianwailou. One day the mountain collapsed, and I found this by accident." Chu Yang said solemnly: "A peerless sword!"
"Oh? The peerless sword?" Mo Chengyu was a little terrified; with Chu Yang's character, if he could say such a thing, is this sword really special
Chu Yang stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and the next moment, with a swipe, the long knife came out of its sheath!
Immediately, the entire secret room was filled with a dreamlike red light.
In Chu Yang's hand, the knife shone as if it had a soul. In this hazy, dreamlike red light, there were even a little bit of starlight twinkling, making the knife even more like a fairy. The weapons are ordinary, and the clouds are lingering.
The light flickered for a while before the blade could be seen clearly.
The arc is soft and beautiful, no matter which position of the blade, it is just right! Even the top master craftsmen will definitely not be able to find any faults when they see it!
A lady's knife! But it is the kind of sword that every chivalrous woman dreams of...
The beauty of this knife is indescribable and indescribable!
No matter who it is, the first time they see this knife, they will definitely be conquered by this knife!
"Hiss..." Mo Chengyu gasped violently!
Seeing Chu Yang's seriousness, he knew that this saber must be of no small importance, but he did not expect it to be such a peerless treasured saber!
"Wow! What a beautiful knife!" Mo Qingwu clapped her little hands, her eyes full of liking; the first time she saw this knife, little Lolita was completely attracted.
"I'll cut an iron apple for you." Chu Yang smiled at Mo Qingwu, took out a round iron lump from his bosom, stuck the red blade on it, and slowly turned it...
"Don't hurt this knife... huh?!" Mo Chengyu was completely stunned after only saying a word: circles of thin iron sheets shone with the unique light of iron, bit by bit from the iron ball Peel it off... like a real apple peeler!
Cut iron like mud!
It turned out not only to be good-looking, but also a treasured knife that cuts iron like mud!