The Sword Slave came from a large factory in the ancient army weapons room. But it has never been on the battlefield, nor has it tasted human blood. It only appeared to test the sharpness of other sword blades. Its job is to work day and night.
was chopped and chopped by his companions.
Year after year, day after day, in order to prove its worth, the sword slave became extremely sharp and cut iron like mud. It broke every weapon that struck it. It thought it was doing this.
It will be regarded as a famous sword, become the general's weapon, charge into battle, and accompany the hero to ride alone for thousands of miles.
But what it didn't expect was that the craftsmen in the arsenal were deemed to be freeloaders because they could no longer produce a "qualified" weapon. In those days when there were no police, cases were judged not by evidence but by facts. The arsenal's
All the craftsmen were beheaded on the execution ground for dereliction of duty, and the sword slave was treated as rubbish and buried in the soil together with many broken swords. The result is extremely ironic. As the sharpest sword, it still has not been used.
The battlefield can only become rusty in the soil with the erosion of time.
This story teaches us that in the workplace, even if you are extremely capable, hard-working, easy-going, caring, often work overtime, never expect overtime pay, and take the initiative to change light bulbs for the company, you will not be the vice president after all.
Because your daughter is not the CEO’s wife. On the contrary, because your excellence makes the colleagues around you look very useless, so much so that the CEO will congratulate everyone close to you when he gets a chance. In the end, you are still you, and your
Friends are all burdened by your excellence.
So, draw a circle and curse those colleagues around you who work overtime day and night!
The sword slave has become more refined and sharper over the years, and self-blame has made it very powerful. But being killed by it is a very painful thing, because the blade of the sword slave is rare and uneven, and it can be cut with one sword.
There is no way to sew up a gaping wound, and if it is a thorn, the gap can pull out the internal organs like a hook when it is pulled out. The scene is extremely disturbing.
Therefore, it is said that only Thirteen will use the sword Slave when he loses his humanity. But at this moment, Thirteen with a lollipop in his mouth is not far away from the zombies.
"Do you think you can escape?" Thirteen's sword blade made a harsh whistling sound on the floor, and he said with a ferocious face, "I will cut off every finger of yours that touches her, and I will kill you
The head and third leg that had had evil fantasies about her were removed. I know that the evil ghost will not die so easily. What we are going to do next is a major anatomy experiment on the evil ghost's body organs, starting from the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.
The same research..."
"You are so scary, can you beat me? I am a four-star evil ghost, what do you want to call me?" The flute-wielding master said with disdain. Thirteen's spiritual energy is very low, enough to make even insects
mocking his rank.
"I don't care how many stars you have, anyone who dares to touch my goddess will die." Thirteen took out a handful of candies and stuffed them into his mouth, almost entering the state of bursting.
"Save me." Mei Niang was frightened in the hands of the young master, as aggrieved as a frightened little white rabbit, her eyes filled with tears of fear.
"Don't worry, he will die soon. I won't let anyone hurt you." Shisan promised with a smile.
"Will you die if you don't play it? A lullaby!" The young master suddenly let go of Mei Niang in his arms, put the flute in front of his mouth, and played three notes, do, 唻, mi, and Mei Niang fell down on the cold ground.
He fell asleep immediately.
Thirteen rushed out almost at the same moment as he let go. The force of his steps even shook the dust on the ground and sent out small circular air waves. The sword slave in his hand swung forward from behind and grabbed the ground with one hand.
Mei Niang's collar can save people and kill ghosts.
But just when Thirteen's fingers were only three millimeters away from Mei Niang's collar, and the sword edge was only two millimeters away from the neck of the flute master, the sound of the flute master's flute came again, and Thirteen suddenly froze on the ground.
It's like who pressed the pause button on the video.
"If you don't overestimate your own capabilities, you will die... If you don't even understand this truth, and you imitate others to catch ghosts, isn't that just suicidal?" The pen-wielding master finally showed the advantage of a big mouth, that is, he can play the flute at the same time, and he can also play the flute at the same time.
He continued speaking with parted lips.
"Yeah, why do we always encounter monsters that can control the human body recently? Can't the author come up with some novel skills?" Thirteen felt the binding force transmitted from the tendons, which was stronger than the nightmare beast's ability.
But it's not as good as Zhanchen's old perverted puppet, at least Thirteen still has his sanity and can complain.
"You can't mock our Creator." After the flute holder finished speaking, with the sudden rising tone of the flute, Thirteen waved his fist and punched himself in the nose, knocking himself over to the ground.
"I'll fuck you, uncle!" Shisan was in so much pain that he burst into tears.
"My uncle has lived to this day and is almost 300 years old. If you want to fuck me, I really want to thank you." The flute master said a series of rising tones again. Thirteen sat on the ground as if he was crazy, and punched him wildly with combinations of punches.
He looked at his face, and the blood from his fists splashed on the floor.
The human souls surrounding him couldn't bear to look at him, and Thirteen's face was beaten into a bloody meat bun.
It wasn't until the flute master's tone returned to level that Thirteen gasped and lowered his forehead. The blood from the corner of his mouth turned into blood lines and dripped onto the floor. It was as miserable as if he had been beaten by a hundred people.
"Do you like my trick? I'm used to using ghost marks when dealing with women. When dealing with men, I prefer to watch them commit suicide." The tone of the flute player's flute changed again, and Thirteen was like a singer dancing with him, his hands were extremely sharp.
The sword slave's backhand was placed in front of his neck, 2 millimeters behind his trachea. It seemed that as long as Shisan took a big breath, his Adam's apple could be split in two.
"If you have any last words, please tell me quickly, otherwise there will be no chance." The flute master said with a smile.
"Whether you believe it or not, you will definitely be the one who dies in the end." Thirteen looked like he was about to imitate Farewell My Concubine and committed suicide. His face was covered with blood, but he was still grinning ferociously.
"It seems that you have lost your mind, so come to my world to find me." The flute player's fingers jumped and he blew out a small song. Just when he was about to cut his own throat, the flute suddenly sounded.
Turning flat, Thirteen's hand also stopped in mid-air.
"No, I thought of a new way to play!" The flute player's flute sound became cheerful, "Don't you like your goddess? I'll make it happen for you."
Suddenly, Thirteen discarded the spirit release machine in his hand and stood up and walked to the fox demon on the ground. He took off his black windbreaker and his blood-stained T-shirt, revealing a scarred face.
of strong physique.
"Can't you see, my little brother has also developed a body of copper skin and iron bones?" The flute player couldn't help but praise.
"What the hell do you want to do?" Thirteen suddenly found himself standing astride the sleeping Mei Niang, with the sleeping posture of Mei Niang like a kitten under her, and the looming white lace under the slightly open coat.
The pajamas were so tempting, but Thirteen was standing with his back to the flute-wielding young man. This guy’s furtive eyes seemed to be staring at his butt. Could it be that this guy wanted to kill himself the same way he killed a woman?!
"Don't be nervous, I'm just helping you realize your dream before you die. You like Mei Niang, right? You like her perfect figure and her God-given appearance. You dream about the pleasure of riding on her one day and enjoy Wushan's sleepless nights.
The ultimate collision after endless moments.
Such a proud goddess, without my help, you will rarely kiss her toes in your life, right? Even if you kneel down and lick her, the team in front of you can circle the earth twice." The sound of the flute master's flute became so ambiguous,
Just like the soundtrack of Japanese AV.
Thirteen lay on Mei Niang's body, and the blood on her face dripped on Mei Niang's face. Thirteen's whole body was trembling. She was only an arm's length away from Mei Niang.
Relaxing his body and leaving everything to gravity, he could easily kiss Mei Niang's lips.
Thirteen was almost drunk. The scent of Mei Niang's body mixed with the smell of blood in her nose was so harmonious that it made all the bones in the body feel numb.
"Do you like the gift I gave you?" The flute player played the music, causing Thirteen to grab the collar of Mei Niang's coat with both hands. He roared like a wild beast and tore open the skirt, letting the buttons shoot out in all directions.
When she came out, Mei Niang's delicate body was completely exposed in front of Thirteen.
"I'm going to kill you, kill you like my dad kills pigs, kill you without any emotion, and then put a big blue stamp on your butt." Thirteen's hands supporting the ground were shaking desperately.
, like a huge boulder weighing on my back.
"I really don't understand what you are resisting? Aren't you chasing after me desperately just to save these two women, Yue Ru and Mei Niang, and then make them so moved that they commit themselves to each other? I will directly omit the redundant part for you.
Let’s get to the point, not only did you not thank me, but you also blamed me? Doesn’t it make me sad?” The melody of the flute master became heavier again, and the pressure on Thirteen’s back was like another thousand pounds, and Thirteen’s arms
They were all bent, and there was only half an arm's distance from Mei Niang's lips.
"That's not the case. What do you know about the goddess in Si's heart? You were rich, handsome, and tall when you were alive. In a family of more than thirty people, your wife accounted for seven.
Do you think we assholes are chasing after the goddess just to take advantage of others’ danger? Such a guy is called Tianyi! He’s called the principal of the elementary school! He’s called the bearded director Zhang!
Why do we lend money to a goddess to abort other people's children and accompany her in the ward to be scolded all over?
We sell our kidneys to the goddess in exchange for wealthy gold as a birthday gift. Why do we watch her show off to the handsome guy and say it was given by Santa Claus?
We are on call to deliver supper to the goddess at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, pick her up from the bar at 4 o'clock, and pick her up from the express hotel at 6 o'clock. Why?" Thirteen roared, letting go of his hands and banging his head hard.
On the floor next to Mei Niang, blood splashed onto Mei Niang's face. She turned around with a ferocious face and said, "What we are doing is just for the goddess's words, 'I really rely on you. I don't know what to do without you.'"