When it was time to eat, King Chu of Hell 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.
Ahem, Mo Qingwu's kisses at this age are certainly not very ecstatic, but hey... King Chu Hell doesn't care...
Mo Qingwu in the secret room was already waiting with hope. It has to be said that it is cruel to seal a lively and cute little girl of this age in such a secret passage!
Although there is good lighting in the secret room and the lights are bright, it cannot see the light after all. And children... who doesn't like fun?
Mo Qingwu was in even more pain here; because of Mo Chengyu's injury, he had to practice martial arts every day to heal his injuries; generally, when you reach the level of a king-level master, you rarely get injured, but once you are injured, it is extremely difficult to recover.
What's more, it's like Mo Chengyu's nearly fatal internal injuries?
He meditated for a period of time, and once his inner breath had accumulated, he began to vibrate his internal organs, vibrating the congestion in his body, and spurted it out from his mouth; and then continued to treat the concussive injury just now...
Extremely troublesome.
Only when all congestion is gone, 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. She was about to jump up and jump into his arms.
"Um, wait a minute... Brother still has food in his hand." At this moment, Chu Yang was extremely blaming the tray of food in his hand.
If it weren't for these things, wouldn't I be able to hold the soft, fragrant body of my dreams and spin around for a few times?
After finally putting down the food, Mo Qingwu came over cautiously: "Brother Chu Yang, can you stay with Xiao Wu for a while longer today? Xiao Wu is here by herself, so pitiful..."
"Okay, okay..." Chu Yang agreed repeatedly, feeling extremely heartbroken. Well, even if it's a big deal, let's put it aside for now and see my little Qingwu feel aggrieved.
"Is dinner ready?" Following the voice, Mo Chengyu rubbed his hands and walked over from the secret room on the other side.
Mo Chengyu finally knew. Chu Yang only cared about the little Mo Qingwu. He didn't even pay attention to himself, a king-level master... If he came out late, he would really starve.
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This guy has never known how to respect the elderly and the virtuous. Thinking of this, Mo Chengyu felt a little entangled and wanted to commit suicide. It was so depressing!
Even if I am in the middle three days, which big family I go to, which family is not very polite for my king-level master's cultivation? What should I take with me before leaving...
But here, this kid is reduced to being scolded every day, and if he doesn't pay attention, he has nothing to eat! This... this is simply unreasonable!
Since living here, Mo Chengyu found that he has changed a lot. At least he eats on time. If he smells the fragrance of the food, if he doesn't run here quickly, then what awaits him will be leftovers. This is considered a good time for treatment.
When things are bad, I just go hungry...
And a little warrior actually shouted at me... Uh? Warrior? Mo Chengyu was shocked by himself in disbelief: When he first came here, this guy was only a warrior, why are he only two or three?
God's work... 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 he said these words, Mo Chengyu almost wanted to slap himself in the face! Damn it, how could he be worse than a beggar? Being allowed to sit on the table together
Are you so humble and grateful while eating?
Is this still a king-level master? Is this still myself? For a king-level master to reach this level, it would be better to just hit him to death...
"Um, do you have any wine?" In order to save his dignity as a 'king-level master', Mo Chengyu asked with a serious face.
"No." Chu Yang said without raising his head: "Come on, Xiao Wu, try this, try that..."
"How can we eat without wine?" Mo Chengyu glared.
"Whether you want to eat or not! I begged you to eat? It's better if you don't eat, save one!" Chu Yang, who cares if you are a king-level expert? You are not polite at all. He stretched out his hand to take the rice bowl in front of Mo Chengyu.
Brought it over.
"Don't, don't, don't, you can do it without drinking, cough, cough, I'm injured now, and I can't drink... It's better for you to think about me..." Mo Da Throne immediately surrendered, guarding the bowl of white rice with both hands, although he was looking for it for himself.
He gave a reason, but the tone of his words was like pleading... because King Chu Hell was holding the rice bowl with two fingers and pulling it out...
"Do you still want to drink?" Chu Yanwang held his rice bowl in a leisurely manner. If he exerted more force, the rice bowl would become a broken bowl...
"No more, no more...the food is delicious." Mo Chengyu hugged the rice bowl pitifully and blinked: Grandpa, you don't know how to save some face for me in front of the lady...
"Pfft... Hahaha..." Mo Qingwu, who was immersed in drinking soup, suddenly raised his head and burst out laughing. Then he laughed and coughed, rubbing his belly and screaming in pain.
Chu Yang and Mo Chengyu are both...looking like vegetable soup...
"Brother Chu Yang is so powerful. Uncle Cheng Yu is known as a heavy drinker in the family. Aunt Cheng Yu has fought with him countless times to drink, but he still keeps drinking." Mo Qingwu
He said with admiration: "But when we arrived at Brother Chu Yang's place, Uncle Cheng Yu actually stopped drinking..."
Mo Chengyu wiped away the vegetable soup on his face, leaving a face full of vegetables, and thought angrily: People have to bow their heads under the eaves; when I am healed, let's see how I treat this guy!
"Yes, because your uncle Chengyu has grown up and become sensible, so he won't drink anymore. Be good." Chu Yang said softly: "Drinking is not good. When Xiao Wu grows up, you can't drink either...
"
He remembered that Mo Qingwu in his previous life also loved the thing in this cup; he often used wine to relieve his sorrows...
"I don't want to drink it!" Mo Qingwu blinked her big eyes: "It's bitter and spicy, what's so good about it? I like to drink Tianli juice..."
"Ahem..." Chu Yang choked and coughed repeatedly.
Tianli juice... This high-grade fruit that nourishes energy and nourishes vitality cannot be seen in the next three days, but Mo Qingwu actually uses it to squeeze juice every day...
"My family has a pear garden." Mo Qingwu's words made Chu Yang's coughing worse. Mo Chengyu laughed loudly on the side, which was extremely relieved. He finally saw your kid being embarrassed for once.
After finishing the meal, Mo Chengyu would immediately go back to practice Qigong and heal his injuries.
"You will leave later; there is something else." Chu Yang said; to give Mo Qingwu this knife, naturally someone needs to be watching from the side, and he also needs to be knowledgeable; Mo Chengyu is the right candidate! If it is
No one knows that if Mo Qingwu is allowed to play with it casually, it will be gone as soon as he takes it 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 actually requires a witness?' But seeing Chu Yang's serious expression, he immediately knew that this gift was probably something extraordinary.
If it were an ordinary gift, I'm afraid Chu Yang would have pushed him aside to make the young lady 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, how can Mo Chengyu be a fool? He understood it as soon as he thought about it.
He turned around and sat down on his seat carefully. This attitude was also a sign of respect for Chu Yang.
"Brother Chu Yang, what gift?" Mo Qingwu tilted her head and looked left and right at Chu Yang: "Xiao Wu likes birthdays the most. Every time she celebrates her birthday, she receives many, many gifts..."
Chu Yang laughed and cleared the table; then he took off the Xingmeng Qingwu knife from his waist and placed it solemnly on the table.
"This knife is so ugly." Mo Qingwu wrinkled her little nose and looked at the tattered scabbard, not liking it very much.
But Mo Chengyu knew what he was looking for. When he saw how rusty the scabbard was, he knew it must be a rare antique; he couldn't help but ask, "Is this?"
"I don't know either. This was when the mountain collapsed one day when I was in Tianwai Tower, and I accidentally discovered this." Chu Yang said solemnly: "A peerless sword!"
"Oh? Peerless sword?" Mo Chengyu was a little horrified; with Chu Yang's character, he could say such a thing, is this sword really extraordinary?
Chu Yang reached out and grasped the handle of the knife. The next moment, with a brush, the long knife was unsheathed!
Suddenly, the entire secret room was filled with a dreamlike red light.
In Chu Yang's hand, a knife seemed to have a soul, shining brightly. In this hazy dreamlike red light, there were even a few starlights twinkling, making the knife even more like a god.
It looks like weapons and is shrouded in mist.
The light flickered for a while before the blade was clearly visible.
The curvature is soft and beautiful, and no matter where the blade is, it is just right! Even the best master craftsmen can't find any faults when they see it!
A lady's knife! But it's the kind of knife that every chivalrous woman in the world dreams of...
The beauty of this knife is indescribable and indescribable!
No matter who you are, they will definitely be conquered by this knife when they see it for the first time!
"Hiss..." Mo Chengyu gasped sharply!
When he saw Chu Yang being so solemn, he knew that this sword must be of great importance, but he did not expect that it was such a peerless sword!
"Wow! What a beautiful knife!" Mo Qingwu clapped her little hands, her eyes full of love; the first time she saw this knife, the little Loli was completely attracted.
"I'll peel an iron apple for you." Chu Yang smiled at Mo Qingwu, took out a round iron apple from his arms, then put a red blade on it and turned it slowly...
"Don't hurt this knife... ah?!" Mo Chengyu only said one sentence, and he was completely stunned: circles of thin iron sheets, shining with the unique light of iron blocks, bit by bit from the iron ball
Peel it...just like peeling a real apple!
Cut iron like clay!
Not only does it look good, but it is also a sword that can cut iron as hard as clay!