The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 705 The direct disciple is the demon king (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 brother in charge"

  Sang Jian: "?"

   "Do you have to do it?" The previous things were 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 don't."

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

  Sang see: "."

   Count your kid as clever!

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

   This kid said that he was uncertain about many things, but in fact, he fought well and was very standardized.

  Sang Jian occasionally directed a few sentences where he should use more force, and the rest depends on Yun Xian's own feeling.

  Yun Xian played 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 he was almost done punching, 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, isn't this sword ordinary?"

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

  I don't know why, but as his physique got better and better, he seemed to instinctively reject aura.

   It's just a little uncomfortable, but it's not impossible to use it.

   "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 space of the original owner.

  Yiyuan didn’t record the origin of this sword. She also picked it up many, many years ago in her memory and never used it.

  Anyway, the origin is unknown.

   But from the aura emanating from it, it is known that it is not an ordinary thing.

  The Wu-Magic 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 Sang Jian's words, 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 was not too obvious before, but now it can be said to be completely exposed.

   After all, no one will hide the things they give away.

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

  While 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 obviously felt that his mood was down.

  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 I die one day?"

  (end of this chapter)