“My son is a disappointment; he can’t even lift a sword, making him a laughingstock in front of his uncle.”
Obviously,
As for his good-for-nothing adopted son
Wuhen was very disappointed in him.
Lan Zhexian shook his head with a helpless bitter smile.
Only the strongest person in the world would dare to say that Xue Meng is unworthy of his abilities.
"Oh, right."
Wuhen suddenly spoke up and asked,
"Where did you hide my broken sword?"
Wuhen has two swords.
A sword called the Heavenly King Sword was taken from the Eternal Forest by Wuhen and then thrown back into the Eternal Forest.
The other one is an SSS-grade weapon forged by the esteemed Demon Clan blacksmith, the world's number one blacksmith, at great expense!
This weapon also has a cool name:
[Broken Sword].
Therefore, when Wuhen said the words "broken sword," he really meant broken sword.
For some reason,
This sword is not currently in Wuhen's possession.
Lan Zhexian sat cross-legged and used his sword energy to create a row of chess pieces, starting a new round of Gomoku.
In response to Wuhen's question, he chuckled lightly.
"you guess."
...
In the void,
The Fifth Demon God is still eyeing the Eighth Abyss.
His gaze could even fall directly on Asura!
Feeling the demon god's gaze, Ye Bai felt as if he had thorns in his back.
We need to wake Xue Meng up.
As the situation worsens,
Ye Bai understood that he had to reveal his trump card!
"Wake me up?"
Huo Tianyi looked at the unconscious Xue Meng with some confusion.
All available treatments have been tried, but Xue Meng still won't wake up.
This kind of coma caused by overdrawing one's talent is very troublesome.
How can Shura wake him up?
Ye Bai then took out a speaker and played a recording.
The opening music is soft and gentle, making you feel as if you are in a quiet bar.
Upon hearing this opening music, Xue Meng's eyelashes fluttered.
Huo Tianyi raised an eyebrow. Was there a chance?
Why does this music sound so familiar?
Then,
From the speakers, a spirited voice shouted,
"Tonight's expenses will be on Young Master Zhao, with Xue Meng paying the bill!"
"brush--"
The unconscious Young Master Xue suddenly opened his eyes and smashed the speaker with a punch.
boom--
His eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was full of genuine emotion, without a trace of finesse, as he growled.
"I have no money!"
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