Under the helpless gazes of the crowd, Shuoyu knocked on Milong's door.

A dark-skinned man with a Northeastern accent said, "I'll kill you." Milong looked down at him with a bad face.

"It's late at night, I'll kill you, believe it or not?!"

"I'm here to get my sword back. You took it away, right?" Shuo Yu felt that his request was reasonable. The sword had been with him for quite a long time and it already had a spirit. It couldn't be given to others. Besides, how could a swordsman be without a sword?

"What the hell? I don't have your stuff here. If you want to find something, go look somewhere else!"

Milong felt a little guilty, but what he picked up was his, and there was no way he could take it back!

"But I saw him, there he was!"

Shuoyu had good eyesight. He looked through Milong's back and saw his Changfeng Sword hanging on the wall. He pointed at it.

This is a bit embarrassing. Even a thick-skinned person like Milong can't hold it in any longer.

"Please give him back to me."

Shuo Yu looked up at the guy in front of him who was taller and stronger than him, spoke calmly, and stretched out his hand to ask for it. He was not afraid of Mi Long, even though he was a head taller than him, like a blind bear coming out of the woods.

"You say it's yours, so it's yours, right? I picked it up, so it's mine once it's in my hands. You say it's your sword, so call it. Do you think he'll agree?"

Shuo Yu smiled. Of course the sword that had already acknowledged its master and was forged by him could respond.

Then Milong saw Shuoyu smiling and calling out "Changfeng", and the sword that he treasured and hung on the wall really moved!

In the blink of an eye, the sword "flew" into Shuoyu's hand. Shuoyu also danced a sword flower under the moonlight and raised an eyebrow at Milong.

Milong blinked his eyes and rubbed them vigorously, but nothing came out except a pile of eye mucus. He looked at the scene with his two big eyes in disbelief.

What he couldn't believe even more was Meng Fanle and a bunch of cannon fodder who were sitting three meters away, intending to watch the show.

They had never seen anything like this before. Even Meng Fanle, who was considered to be the most experienced among them, was surprised. But the next second he was sure that this was some kind of magic trick.

"Changfeng", the old friend that Shuoyu had been repairing for ten thousand years, happily returned to Shuoyu's hands, emitting bursts of happy humming sounds.

Milong was a little skeptical. He didn't know how he could see joy in a sword, but he did see it. The situation was a little awkward, but he also knew who he couldn't afford to offend, so he said something harsh and closed the door.

"Ah! It really is yours! Next time, take good care of your things and don't leave them lying around. Got it? If you do that again, I'll kill you!"

Shuo Yu smiled as he looked at the wooden door that was slammed shut again. He turned around and looked at the people behind him. The veterinarian was the first to come back to his senses.

"My goodness, is this real or a trick?"

Shuoyu smiled, looked at the curious eyes of others, and just asked the veterinarian where to take a bath.

Under the moonlight, in the river,

Shuo Yu hadn't expected to find himself in the captain's world. It was a strange combination of circumstances. Although he didn't remember much about the TV series, at least there were still some familiar things here, right? It felt like home.

But what kind of tribulation does he have to overcome?

His unfortunate master, who had died long ago, remained in the Nascent Soul stage until his death, and he never told him that there were any tests before he could pass the tribulation and ascend to become an immortal?

He had heard many folk tales about similar tests, but weren't all those folk tales made up?

Shuo Yu found a clean cotton robe in his soul space and put it on. In fact, if he was alone, he could live well in this world. After all, the weapons at this stage were of little use to him. Even tanks, cannons, and even nuclear weapons would only hurt him for a moment, and that was all. No more than that.

And as long as it does not affect the karma of others, he can still use some small magic. He skillfully dried his body and thought silently,

However, since it was the destiny of this place that led him here and intertwined his fate with that of this group of people, he should just let nature take its course. Perhaps his tribulation test was related to them?

Really, it’s not because he’s curious about the characters in the TV series? (???????)

After Shuoyu cleaned himself up and stepped into the alley again, he still had two hot steamed buns in his arms. Of course, he didn't steal them, but earned them with his own ability. He was really capable.

A group of hungry guys, lying on the ground outside the defeated soldiers' station, were spread out like pancakes. He had to carefully step over them one by one, stepping on the gaps between them. Under their bored and distracted gazes, he finally arrived at the place he wanted to go.

In the middle of a fairly large courtyard, in a corner of a fairly open area, there is a flowering tree. Ayi, who had gotten up early and dressed up, is watering his flowering tree.

This is a small town called Zenda on the southwestern border of Country Z. It is mountainous, foggy and has a humid climate. It rains continuously for 360 out of 365 days a year. There are many insects, flowers and snakes.

Now, thanks to this war, the number of defeated soldiers crowding here is unprecedentedly large.

He came over and squatted to watch Ayi carefully watering a flower tree. Then, after Ayi finished watering the flowers, he broke off half a steamed bun and handed it to him.

Ayi seemed very embarrassed. He recognized Shuoyu. After the brief communication last night, Ayi had already regarded Shuoyu as his friend, a friend who would listen to him.

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