The girl's appearance caught Liu Qiankun off guard, but when he really met her eyes, he felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart, as if they had known each other a long time ago, and there was a warm current in his heart, and there was really a blood connection.
a feeling of.
"Come on, girl, daddy will help you put on your clothes!" Liu Qiankun turned over his hands and took out a long gown, gently draping it on the girl's naked body.
"Dad?" The girl raised her head in confusion, her big eyes flashing suddenly with an idea.
"Well! From now on, don't call me father or anything like that, just call me daddy, just for the sake of it!" Liu Qiankun nodded and said with a smile, he had already tacitly agreed in his heart to let the Sword Spirit girl be his daughter.
He is a person who does not like to hide his feelings. To paraphrase an old lyric: follow your feelings! He believes in the feelings in his heart and does not want to hide them. He just likes the sword spirit in front of him. Of course, it is not the kind of love between men and women, but
It's something that comes from the heart.
"Dad! This girl likes her dad so much!" The girl didn't hide her thoughts, her big eyes were shining brightly.
Liu Qiankun nodded heavily and said, "Dad likes this girl so much!" At this moment, he had already forgotten about the sword spirit. Standing opposite was his daughter who was connected by blood.
In fact, how would he know that if it weren't for this mutual attraction in the past, ten more Liu Qiankun would have died long ago.
The father and daughter sat on the floor and chatted for a long time. The little girl was like a weird spirit. Her every frown and smile could make Liu Qiankun's heart flutter. Just a few words could make him smile. It was like a real couple.
father and daughter...
This scene has already been seen by the congratulations from hundreds of miles away. The God of Fire, who has lived for millions of years, also finds it incredible. From the moment when all living things first acquire spiritual consciousness, there are countless weapons.
With the appearance of spirits, there are also many practitioners who have magical power and mysticism who have taken them as their own, either as masters or servants, as assistants, or as good friends... But I am afraid that this pair is the only one left in the world that can become father and daughter.
Bar!
Is it chance, coincidence, or chaos... Even the fire god Zhu He, who claims to have seen the world, has no idea, but he has determined one thing in his heart: that little guy with hidden demonic nature will definitely not be inferior to him in future achievements.
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Liu Qiankun had long forgotten the existence of time while chatting with the girl. The little girl in front of him was frighteningly pure, like a drop of morning dew without any impurities. It was his unintentional bleeding on Beast King Mountain that awakened the sleeping sword.
The spirit, to be precise, the sword spirit is always in a state of half-asleep and half-awake.
Perhaps everything is predestined. Whenever he encounters some kind of danger, the sleeping sword spirit will wake up, and the Qingming Sword will be able to exert its extraordinary magical power. Once the crisis is resolved, the sword spirit will be able to regain his strength.
Returning to that kind of confusion, Liu Qiankun suddenly realized that every time he saved the day had nothing to do with his damn character...
Liu Qiankun stretched out his arms to hold the soft and boneless little girl in his arms, and murmured: "Girl, will you stay with daddy from now on?"
The girl smiled, her smile as bright as a spring flower, and whispered: "Girl has always been by daddy's side, girl likes daddy..." The sleepy voice made the Qingming Sword hanging high in the air also groan, like
Just echoing her words.
"Dad, the hair on your mouth has pricked the girl." The girl twisted her body uneasily and raised her head to look at Liu Qiankun's chin.
Liu Qiankun subconsciously touched his chin. Sure enough, it had not been repaired for a while, and the stubble had become a bit prickly. But being called "Mao'er" by a little girl was really speechless!
"Dad, close your eyes, okay?" The girl's big, smart eyes shone with a trace of expectation.
"Oh! Okay!" Liu Qiankun responded in a low voice and closed his eyes with a smile on his face.
The girl smiled slightly, stretched out a slender jade finger and made a faint hook towards the Qingming Sword suspended above her head.
Clang!
The long sword came out of its sheath, and bits of light flashed endlessly on the sword, as if it was covered with a layer of dark blue dewdrops. Liu Qiankun's ears twitched, and his eyelids trembled slightly.
"Don't peek!" The girl yelled, the sound was like a sweet spring in a deep valley and the chirping of an oriole, which instantly calmed down his initially agitated mind, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a curved arc.
The girl flicked her finger, and the Qingming Sword suddenly turned downwards as if it was pulled by an invisible rope, and shot towards Liu Qiankun's throat like electricity.
Phew! Phew...
The long sword came through the air with a dark cyan arc of light, and lightly passed by Liu Qiankun's throat, then turned back and passed his chin again, hitting two places in his body.
Whoosh!
The sword light soared into the sky and shot into the scabbard like a swimming dragon. The brilliance suddenly converged and everything returned to calm.
Liu Qiankun felt as if a gust of cold wind was blowing on his face, and he thought to himself: What kind of trick is this weird little girl playing? Just as he was secretly guessing, he heard a chuckle in his ear.
.
"Dad, you can open your eyes now."
Liu Qiankun, who was full of doubts, opened his eyes and subconsciously touched his cheek. Only then did he realize that the prickly stubble on his face had been shaved clean. He only felt his scalp was numb and quickly reached out to touch his eyebrows.
,Fortunately, there is nothing unusual about the two sword eyebrows!
"Dad! I helped you chop off all those prickly hairs, okay!" The little girl smiled and spread her palms triumphantly. There was indeed a small cluster of blue-black stubble in the white palm.
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Liu Qiankun looked longingly at the beard on the girl's palm and said with a wry smile: "Good girl, thank you!"
"Dad, do you want me to cut off the hair on your eyes?" The girl smiled so brightly that it made Liu Qiankun's back shiver.
"Nonsense, dad, you can't cut off these hairs, you know the beauty of men?" Liu Qiankun said with a deliberately fierce face.
The girl nodded in understanding, and looked at Liu Qiankun's two proud sword-shaped eyebrows with interest. After looking at them for a long time, she didn't realize where the beauty was, and her expression couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Liu Qiankun gently stroked the girl's silky hair and said softly: "Girl, dad will have another big battle in a few days. Then we, father and daughter, will work together to repel that servant of destiny, okay?" He finally remembered.
As the Vulcan said before, only with the help of the sword spirit can we defeat the enemy in one battle.
Hearing this, the girl twisted her delicate body and broke away from Liu Qiankun's arms. Her whole aura changed in vain. A layer of cold air as cold as frost spread out like a wave with her as the center. With a flutter of catkins, the Qingming Sword hanging in the air
Turning it upside down, the sword hilt and the girl's palm strangely merged into one.
The girl's right arm was raised diagonally, and it was already integrated with the Qingming Sword above the elbow. The surging murderous intent poured out like a tide, and even the red crystal house was shaken to the point of rattling, as if it was about to explode at any time.
Come to normal.
"Whoever dares to be an enemy of my father will be cut into pieces by this girl!" The cute girl's voice was as cold as ice. Her waist-length hair was windless, radiating from root to root, and her eyes were indifferent.
In Liu Qiankun's eyes, the girl at this time was no different than a murderous god standing proudly between heaven and earth. Two frightening green lights flashed in her eyes, and her overwhelming killing intent made people shudder. Even the little divine baby in her Dantian
He also opened his eyes suddenly, clasped his palms together, and was ready to go...
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