"Hiss~~"

After recovering from the excitement, severe pain erodes the brain nerves.

Liu Yidao couldn't help it and took a breath of cold air.

"Is this the price for liberating the Demon Sword?"

"no."

Chen Yu shook his head unexpectedly.

Liu Yidao was stunned.

"What is that?"

"This is just an appetizer for the price. I stopped the real big meal. Otherwise, you will see a very interesting scene."

Chen Yu showed an expression that was half a smile but not a smile, a bit sinister.

Liu Yidao had a bad premonition in his heart, swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously: "What scene?"

Chen Yu said slowly: "Except for the right hand holding the knife, all other parts are missing."

"Ah? Why?"

"Because the name of this knife is the Blood Drinking Demon Knife. It just wants to drink blood. No matter whether the blood belongs to the enemy or one of our own people, it just wants to drink blood. The more it drinks, the more it wants to drink. In the end, it has no choice but to drink.

Drink the blood of the master."

"Gulu."

Liu Yidao swallowed again.

Chen Yu continued: "How to drink? It's very simple, just cut the blood vessels. What if the bleeding speed is too slow if you just cut the blood vessels? It's simple, cut off the hands, then cut off the feet..."

"Okay, okay, Master, please stop talking."

Liu Yidao quickly interrupted.

Grandma's, he felt scared when he heard it.

I even felt that the magic knife in my hand was emitting a blazing temperature, very hot, very hot, and very stinging.

Chen Yu asked: "Do you understand how terrifying this knife is?"

Liu Yidao smiled bitterly and said: "More than understanding, it makes my hair stand on end. After hearing what the master said, I can't use this knife casually in the future."

Chen Yu nodded: "As long as you understand, although I suppressed its demonic nature for a short time, the evil spirit contained in it is not something you can bear now. So don't use the sword easily unless you have to."

Liu Yidao nodded heavily: "Yes."

He remembered these words deeply.

At this time——

"Oh!"

A scream came.

Chen Yu and Liu Yidao turned to look.

It’s Mu Qingyu!

She woke up from her practice, saw the scene outside the yard, and screamed in fright.

Then she walked over quickly, looking anxious.

Chen Yu tapped the ground with his toes.

The formation covering a twenty-meter range disappeared.

Mu Qingyu came to the two of them with a livid face: "What are you doing?"

Chen Yu said: "It's just a discussion."

"Sparring?" Mu Qingyu raised her voice, then pointed at Liu Yidao and glared at Chen Yu: "Uncle Liu is injured like this, what do you mean?"

"Forehead……"

Chen Yu winked at Liu Yidao.

Liu Yidao quickly explained: "Miss, please don't get me wrong, this is really a competition, the master is guiding me in my martial arts practice."

Mu Qingyu stared: "Guidance will lead to scars?"

"It will be effective if you are serious, and I can recover from an injury of this level very quickly."

"really?"

Mu Qingyu was still a little suspicious.

Liu Yidao nodded heavily: "Seriously!"

"Okay." Mu Qingyu sighed, then turned to glare at Chen Yu, "You have to be responsible too!"

Chen Yu was like a mouse meeting a cat, nodding his head repeatedly: "OK, OK, I'm responsible."

After speaking, he turned his left hand, threw two spiritual stones to Liu Yidao, and ordered: "Hurry up and heal your wounds."

Spirit stones are called wound stones by people in martial arts, because after the spiritual energy enters the body of a warrior, it has the effect of accelerating wound healing.

After Liu Yidao took the two spiritual stones, he walked away wisely.

Only Chen Yu and Mu Qingyu were left.

Chen Yu scratched his head and showed a simple and honest smile that would only appear in front of her.

Mu Qingyu rolled her eyes: "Are you really trying to teach Uncle Liu a lesson?"

Chen Yu wailed, "It's unfair. Why should I teach him a lesson if I have nothing to do?"

"How do I know you? Maybe it's your bad taste?"

"…"

"Why don't you speak?"

"In your heart, do I have such a bad taste?"

"Yes!" Mu Qingyu nodded seriously, "A thousand, ten thousand yes!"

"…"

Chen Yu was sad.

Mu Qingyu turned around and returned to the yard.

Chen Yu followed him in a hurry.

The two people sat down on the stone table in the yard.

There is a teapot on it, but there is only one teacup.

Mu Qingyu thought for a while and entered the room.

After a while, he brought out a teacup.

But as soon as he returned to the courtyard, he saw Chen Yu drinking tea.

The cup in hand—it’s hers!

"Hello--"

Mu Qingyu rushed over angrily, placed the new teacup in her hand heavily on the table, and stared at him angrily.

Chen Yu raised his head and asked blankly: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong~ What a ghost! What are you doing?"

"Let's drink tea."

"Of course I know you are drinking tea, but I am asking you - why are you drinking tea from a cup?!!"

Mu Qingyu was furious.

Chen Yu rolled his eyes: "What can I use to drink tea without a cup? Mouth to mouth?"

He was talking about the spout of the teapot and his own mouth.

But Mu Qingyu obviously had a wrong idea.

A blush floated on her pretty face.

She bit her white teeth and said in a low voice: "But, but...but..."

"But what?"

"That's my tea cup!"

Mu Qingyu's little face was as red as a ripe apple.

He looks very shy.

But Chen Yu disagreed and said, "I know."
To be continued...