Demon Sword God

"But wouldn't brother be very tired?" Qingqing knew after hearing Ai Luo's narration that Mu Lin would face a lot of pressure in the future, so she interrupted reluctantly.

"He has no choice." Erro's tone was calm.

"It doesn't matter. If you want to become stronger, you have to pay something. Pies in the sky will not fall. I still have this awareness." After hearing Aero's words, Mu Lin felt a lot more relaxed. Prophet Aero nodded.

, I admire Mu Lin’s idea very much.

"But I want to know, the teacher has passed away. What should I do if I encounter problems in my practice?" Looking at the faltering Prophet Elo in front of him, Mu Lin felt that the things she could do to help her were very limited.

"You don't need to worry about this. Cultivation is carried out in a special way. Even if there is danger, you don't need to worry about your life. After all, you still owe me money. I won't let you go until you pay back the money."

Damn it..." Prophet Aero rolled his eyes at Mu Lin.

"Uh..." Mu Lin was speechless for a while.

"Okay, the room next door is Aiklin's bedroom. It belongs to you now. I will start preparing to restore my fighting spirit tomorrow. I have some things to do and I have to go out first." After that, Prophet Erro jumped off the chair and left on crutches.

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At night, Sartochi, who was left outside, actually appeared in the library, and then informed Mu Lin and Qingqing to go to Prophet Ero's study upstairs.

"You're not..." Mu Lin gestured with his hands, meaning to ask you to stay outside. Sartoqi scratched his head and looked embarrassed: "A seventh-level strongman came in this afternoon. I have never beaten him. Wake up.

I’ve been here since I arrived.”

"Seventh level..."

Mu Lin was shocked.

"But it's okay. The old woman said that the man is dead. Look, my belt is pretty good." After saying this, Satoch pointed to the wealthy gold belt on his waist.

"This belongs to that person. The old woman said she gave it to me."

"Uh... not bad." Mu Lin replied absentmindedly. But he was distracted in his mind, thinking that the seventh-level powerhouse... just... died like this? Mu Lin was a little stupid and felt a little unbelievable.

Prophet Aero's room was messier than Eccles's room. There were scattered books and various unknown utensils everywhere, and there was even a brazier that was simmering some strange black stuff.

Thick liquid. After three people entered, there was no place to stay.

Prophet Aero pushed aside the books scattered on the sofa and said to the three people: "Sit here first, and I will assign the tasks for the next three years." The three people sat down speechlessly.

"Satoqi will be responsible for the security and patrol outside the castle from now on. All the invaders you defeat within three years, and whatever they leave behind, I will only take what I want, and the rest will be yours."

"Holy shit, I like this." After saying that, Sartoki touched the wealthy gold belt on his waist. He clearly remembered that the seventh-level warrior stretched out his hand and took out several blue three-dimensional items from his belt.

A magic scroll. But then, a trace of hesitation appeared on Sartochi's face.

"But with my strength, can I do it?"

"The seventh-level sword emperor's unique training method. As for whether you work hard or not, it's up to you." Erro pointed to Satoch's belt, and Satoch was stunned.

"Damn it, why didn't I know there was such a thing?" Sartochi took off his space belt and started to rummage through it, and he actually found a copy of "Hegemonic Sword Jue" and a copy of "Heart of the Overlord"

Law"

"Sent!" Sartochy hugged the two books, chewed them and kissed them.

"Brother, I went on patrol. Keep working hard." After saying this, Sartochi patted Mu Lin on the shoulder, picked up the big knife he found in his belt and walked out with a proud look on his face.

Mu Lin's eyebrows trembled. "Every night from now on, Qingqing will stay here to study. As for during the day..." Prophet Ai Luo glanced thoughtfully and breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that Qingqing would stay here at night.

Mu Lin.

"It's easy for you, kid, come with me to carry out the inheritance."

"No problem!" Mu Lin agreed readily.

"You go back first, Qingqing will stay here tonight."

"kindness."

Mu Lin patted Qingqing's head and said, "Don't force yourself too much." Qingqing nodded and Mu Lin walked out.