Shengqi's eyes widened and he glanced at his chest, where he could just see the sharp edge of Zhen Gang's sword.
At this time, of course he had the strength to break free from the shackles of the two sisters and forcefully pull out the giant bridge behind him, but he did not act rashly.
Because if you move, you may die.
The black swordsman who dared to challenge Genie, the best swordsman in the world, was scared.
There is nothing we can do about it.
Facing Gai Nie, Shengqi had no confidence that he could win, but he thought that he could save his life. If he lost, he would lose, and he would try again next time.
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But this time is different. Shengqi is sure of one thing. If Six Sword Slave wants to kill him, he will never be able to walk out of the woods alive.
Shengqi is not afraid of death, but he doesn’t want to die yet, and he can’t die. He still has very important things to complete.
If he really wanted to die, he would prefer to die in the hands of a real swordsman like Gai Nie. It would be too boring to die in the hands of such pure killing machines. It would be similar to being killed by a chariot on the battlefield.
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Of course, just because Sheng Qi has remained motionless and silent does not mean that Liu Sword Slave will let him go.
In essence, their action is a warning, and whether the warning will be upgraded to punishment depends on how the person being warned behaves.
Although Shengqi looks tough, has a hot temper, and looks like he doesn't know how to bend his head, in fact, he has a very bright mind and makes the most appropriate move smoothly:
"You won't kill me, you still want to use me!"
The powerful-sounding words express his intention to take the initiative, but they also carry a hint of sternness and inner reluctance.
This is of course, because it is Sheng Qi who is actually submissive to Zhao Gao.
For the leader of Luowen, there must be some people in this world who play an irreplaceable role, but he is clearly not qualified to win.
Zhao Gao could also hear what Sheng Qi meant, the contemptuous smile on his lips widened, he put his pale and slender hands behind his back, took a few steps forward calmly, and then responded in a cold voice:
"Haha, no matter how useful a weapon is, what's its value if it's not easy to use?"
"Even if it's the twelfth-ranked giant, it's the same."
Needless to say, the hot-tempered Shengqi was very angry when he heard this. After all, he was not one of the sword slaves around him who had been completely brainwashed into a pure tool. However, the situation was stronger than the people, so he could only use this tone.
Bear with it for now.
He released his hand that was still holding the hilt of the Juque sword and assumed a defenseless posture, further demonstrating his surrender attitude.
Zhao Gao glanced at this scene with his slightly turned eyes, and let out a chuckle that probably expressed satisfaction.
This smile seemed to be giving an order to the Six Sword Slaves. The next second everyone drew their swords and retreated. They left Shengqi in an instant and resumed their original position.
Zhao Gao stepped forward directly at this time, probably about to leave, and warned in a cold tone:
"This will never happen again!"
"In the future, I hope you can remember every word I say to you!"
As Zhao Gao left, Six Sword Slaves quickly followed. In a short time, the group disappeared into the mist in the forest. Only Sheng Qi was left, standing with a gloomy face and not moving for a long time.
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………………
Songhai City, in the small courtyard where Gu Xun settled.
"I said, since he is so virtuous, you should let him find a secluded place to rest."
Gu Xun looked at Yan Lingji, who still had Wushuanggui with her, and said something dumbfounded.
Yan Lingji sat down next to Gu Xun, holding an apple in her hand and chewing on it, and replied nonchalantly:
"What's wrong? His arm is injured, not his leg. It doesn't hinder his walking."
"Then...then...that's fine. If you don't feel embarrassed, just take it with you." Gu Xun didn't bother to argue with her. He waved his hand to show that he was talking too much and he was giving in.
The reason for the conversation between the two lies in Wushuanggui's appearance at this time.
There are no problems with the head, torso, and legs. The only thing that is different from the normal situation is that the arms that were frozen by the cold air yesterday were tightly wrapped in thick gauze and hung weakly on both sides of the body. Needless to say, Bingpo's cold energy is overbearing. Yesterday, Yan Lingji hurriedly brought Wushuang Ghost to him for treatment. It happened that he was in the mirage, and it was already too late when he came back, which delayed the best treatment time.<
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Of course, fortunately, the cold energy of the ice soul is overbearing enough and the chilling effect is extremely outstanding. In addition, Wushuanggui's physique is good enough. At least, these arms are not directly scrapped. They just need to be treated with medicine and then cultivated.
The current partially mummified appearance is the result of applying the medicine.
My arms were originally thick, and at first glance they looked about the same as an ordinary person’s waist. But now after being wrapped in a medical cloth, they are completely thicker than an ordinary person’s waist.
According to Gu Xun's estimation, if the recovery is good, it will take about seven to ten days to stop taking medication and rely solely on natural recovery. After twenty days to one month, complete recovery will be achieved.
The time is still quite long, so he suggested that Yan Lingji place Wushuang Ghost in the General's Mansion to rest. It is a big place and there are people to eat and drink, so she should not continue to show off outside.
But she felt that the Wushuang Ghost looked like this had a different kind of cuteness, so she insisted on keeping it with her.
Regarding Gu Xun's perfunctory concession, Yan Lingji pouted in dissatisfaction and complained, "It's not you who caused him to be like this!"
"If you hadn't given the Ice Soul Sword to that little girl, would Wushuang have been frozen?"
"Ha!" Gu Xun was amused by Yan Lingji's words and asked, "Isn't that because you have nothing to do to stir up trouble?"
"If you don't provoke those children, won't everything be fine?"
"Huh!" Yan Lingji hugged her chest with both hands, snorted coldly, looked at Gu Xun sideways, and said with a strange tone, "Yes, it's my fault for provoking the new love of the Imperial Master!"
"I said you women..." Gu Xun couldn't laugh or cry at this, "Time really has no effect on you at all. More than ten years ago, you were dissatisfied with me getting close to other women. More than ten years later, you are still
This way."
"I'm almost forty years old!"
"That little girl is only a teenager, she hasn't even arrived yet, and she is even younger than my daughter!"
Yan Lingji didn't take Gu Xun's argument seriously. She fiddled with her nails and replied without raising her head, "Ayan is not your biological daughter and cannot be counted."
"...Phew!" Gu Xun took a breath and replied with a forced smile, "Okay, Ayan doesn't count, but even compared with Qiantaki, that child is not two years older?"
"Alas, a new generation replaces an old one!" Yan Lingji Quan pretended that she didn't hear anything and sighed to herself.
"I don't care about you, whether you are new or old, so don't give me any nonsense!" Gu Xun was also used to Yan Lingji's nonsense, and reminded him with a wry smile.
Yan Lingji turned her face and smiled at him, but did not accept the words.
