"This girl went through all the trouble to save you, but you still dare to run away!"
"Let you run! Let you run!"
Lin Xianer's head was full of black lines and she was fuming. She beat Shen Lang on the ground like a pig's head. Then she clapped her hands and let out a heavy breath, "I feel good."
Shen Lang looked miserable. Of course, Lin Xian'er didn't do anything cruel to him. The injuries on his body were just minor skin injuries that were not worth mentioning. What really made him feel aggrieved and depressed was that this matter was really not worth mentioning.
Blame him!
"That sword! It's all the fault of that broken sword!" Shen Lang viciously identified the culprit. Unexpectedly, at this moment he took a closer look and saw that the blade of his fairy sword was slightly bent, like a young disciple who admitted his mistake.
He was bowing to Lin Xian'er, and from time to time he was rubbing his waist to please Lin Xian'er...
"Damn! This coward!" Shen Lang wanted to scold her angrily. He remembered that when Lin Xian'er appeared, he was so cowardly that it was the fairy sword that led him to escape. As a result, after he was beaten violently, he was the first one to surrender.
Immortal sword!
This is really...
"Immortal Sword, Immortal Sword, you are also an Immortal Sword after all! Can we have some character!" Shen Lang was really speechless.
"Who did you blame just now? Your sword?" Lin Xian'er looked at Shen Lang's fairy sword curiously and couldn't help but reach out and touch it. The fairy sword didn't resist, just like a docile little pet.
Er rubbed his fingertips. "It's quite good. Where did you get such a fairy sword with spiritual intelligence?"
"I picked it up from a smelly ditch. Such a shameless coward is not my sword." Shen Lang had a look of disgust on his face.
Lin Xianer ignored Shen Lang, but became more and more curious about Shen Lang's sword, and she could vaguely feel that Shen Lang's sword seemed to be trying to please her, but more like it was trying to please her Mingyue. Her Mingyue Sword seemed to be trying to please her.
I'm also ready to move, that feeling...
Clang...
Lin Xianer let go of her control on the Mingyue Sword, and the Mingyue Sword immediately flew out of the scabbard, mingling with Shen Lang's swordsman like an old acquaintance.
Shen Lang raised his head, looked at the two swords in the night sky that were like a young couple polishing each other, and wondered: "Are these two swords the swords of a married couple?"
As far as he knew, the fairy sword was not an ordinary weapon. Once it recognized its owner, it was closely connected with its owner. People who hold a pair of swords often become lovers in the end.
"If it's the Sword of the Couple... wouldn't that mean..." Shen Lang looked at the beautiful and otherworldly fairy beside him, and his mouth began to flow.
"Bah! You couple, you big-headed ghost!" Lin Xian'er gave Shen Lang a blow on the head, "Can't you see? Your sword is obviously much weaker, and you respect and fear my sword.
Even if there is any connection between these two swords, they should be the son-mother sword."
"Mother-child sword?" Shen Lang was stunned and looked at his sword again. Sure enough, the sword still looked timid.
"That's right, I am the mother and you are the son." Lin Xianer said matter-of-factly: "I must be a generation higher than you."
"Fairy, you've made a mistake! That guy is just a little timid and a little afraid of his wife." Shen Lang thought of the way this fairy sword tried to escape before, and then looked at his own fairy sword, now shameless and very human.
Going to please the appearance of Mingyue Sword, his mind became more and more sure of his guess, "Well, that's right, it must be the Sword of the Married Couple..."
"You still call her Fairy?" Lin Xian'er glared at Shen Lang.
"What's that called?" Shen Lang was stunned, thinking, could it be called daughter-in-law?
"Hurry up and call Master, your sword is already bowing down, but you are not as good as your sword." Lin Xian'er said.
"That coward..." Shen Lang still wanted to refute.
"Afraid of swords? Hehehehe...you mean, you're not afraid, right?" Lin Xian'er showed an evil smile and started gearing up again.
"Hey! Don't fight. Didn't you say that last time? You can't force yourself into anything. You can't force anything!" Shen Lang backed away repeatedly.
"It seems that I beat you lightly just now." Lin Xian'er cracked her fingers and made a crackling sound, "I just want to twist this idiot like you, and I just want to force you. What can you do?"
"You..." Shen Lang was a little timid. Lin Xianer said that if you beat him up, you could beat him up. He really didn't have much else to do.
"Stop it, you don't have to serve tea, just call me master." Lin Xian'er said with a faint smile.
She was becoming more and more satisfied with Shen Lang, and that satisfaction was not just about what Shen Lang had done or not done, whether he had any merit or not.
It's an extremely simple satisfaction without unnecessary emotions. Well...that feeling is just like Mingyue Sword always wants to bully Shen Lang's fairy sword and overwhelm Shen Lang's fairy sword. She just wants to be Shen Lang's.
Master, I want to overpower Shen Lang, bully him, train him, conquer him...
Well, that's the feeling.
"Um! After calling the master, will there be an inexhaustible supply of spiritual talismans in the future?" Shen Lang asked cautiously. Thinking about it seriously, in fact, he didn't lose much by becoming a master.
"Call me twice first and let me listen." Lin Xian'er coaxed and deceived: "If I were happy, I might be able to give you dozens of them now."
"Dozens of them?" Shen Lang stared, thinking, a single magic talisman can defeat a large number of Demon Sect disciples, plus two elders of the Golden Core Realm! If he were given dozens of them, wouldn't he be able to go anywhere?
Can you walk sideways?
In the past, he was unwilling to become a disciple, mainly because he had hatred. Taoist Cang Jie of Lingyun Sect was close to the realm of Kongming. In Shen Lang's eyes, he was as heavy as a mountain. He didn't want to implicate Lin Xian'er. But now...
In Shen Lang's eyes... Taoist Cang Jie is nothing!
Shen Lang's trip was not in vain. Although he experienced many risks along the way, he also gained a lot of knowledge. He fought against the Holy Girl of the Demon Sect, and battled wits and courage with the Soul-eating Old Demon.
Which one is not better than Taoist Cang Ming?
What's more important is that he now understands how tough Lin Xian'er is and how tough his background is. She is related to the Kunlun Immortal Realm, and she also holds an immortal sword in her hand. A genuine Kong Ming like the Soul-Eating Old Demon.
Even Lin Xianer's two swords are not enough to cut him down. Why should he care about a Cang Jie Taoist who is in the ninth level of the Golden Core?
What's more, Lin Xian'er was really good to him. When she heard that he was in danger, she immediately went all the way to save him, and she was so nervous about him... For such a person with such a profound background and awesomeness, the key is to treat him well.
Where can I find my master?
Well, even if Lin Xianer always wants to bully him, she will beat him up at every turn! But if you get beaten up, you can get the magic talisman. This is a bloody profit! I'm afraid most people will not ask for such a good thing.
Can't ask for it.
Thinking of this, Shen Lang hugged Lin Xianer's thigh without hesitation, "Master, master! I am willing to be the pendant on your thigh!"
"Yes. You are so good. From today on, you are my precious disciple." Lin Xian'er touched Shen Lang's head, her eyes narrowed as she smiled.
"Master, when will you give me that magic talisman?" Shen Lang looked shy and stretched out his hands.
"Didn't I say that? Wait until I am happy." Lin Xian'er said.
"But you just laughed." Shen Lang said.
"I can beat you up when I laugh." Lin Xianer rolled her eyes at Shen Lang.
"Uh!" Shen Lang felt as if he had been tricked.
"Okay, I'll get one for you if you need it in the future." Lin Xian'er looked at Shen Lang's pitiful appearance and relaxed a little.
"Didn't you agree on dozens of them?" Shen Lang was still imagining the scene where he was invincible with dozens of magic talismans. But looking at the current situation, is his dream about to go to waste?