As the tip of the Cold Sword gently touched the ground, a chilling aura emanated from the blade and enveloped its entire body.
Whether it was their imagination or not, Wang Feng only felt a blur before his eyes, and a figure appeared in front of him.
Wang Feng lowered his eyes slightly as he looked at the figure, and the atmosphere in the entire courtyard fell silent.
After a while...
"Pfft! Hahaha!!"
Wang Feng looked at the Cold Sword Incarnation, who was less than 1.5 meters tall, and burst out laughing, unable to stop laughing.
Han Miao, with her long, icy blue hair, was so angry that she held her breath, her adorable puffed-up face utterly harmless.
Most importantly, she even had a small tuft of... ahoge (cowlick) on top of her head?!
Wang Feng really didn't expect that the Cold Sword, such a cold and deadly weapon, would turn into an incredibly cute little girl after it transformed!
The thought of the stark contrast between Han Jian and his master, Jiang Hanxi, made Wang Feng want to laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at! Is it that funny?"
Han Miao tilted her head back, gritted her teeth, and glared angrily at Wang Feng. Her angry expression was so adorable that it was completely harmless.
If she were to jump up and kick Wang Feng right now, she could definitely... kick Wang Feng's knee!
"Master... can I hit him?"
Hearing that smirking laugh, Han Jian looked at Jiang Hanxi with a wronged expression and pitifully spoke.
"no."
"Hmph! As expected, once you have a man, you forget the sword that grew up with you."
Han Jian tossed her long, beautiful, ice-blue hair, which almost reached her thighs, and turned her face away, looking somewhat annoyed.
"Hahaha... Waaaaah!"
At this moment, Wang Feng's laughter suddenly stopped, and he looked down at his mouth, which was being pinched by Jiang Hanxi, in a daze.
Then, to Wang Feng's horrified gaze, Jiang Hanxi released a gentle chill from her hand, instantly freezing his mouth.
Oh no, I laughed too loudly and my wife is punishing me...
"Waaaaah! Waaaaah!"
Wang Feng tried to raise his hand to pat the ice layer on his lips, but after patting for a long time, the ice layer on his lips did not budge at all.
"Waaaaah! Waaaaah!"
Wang Feng stood by the fire in the dark, staring wide-eyed at his mouth, indicating to Jiang Hanxi that she should untie him.
"Are you still going to laugh or not?"
Jiang Hanxi held the little dragon, a hint of amusement and teasing in her eyes.
"Waaaaah!"
Wang Feng hurriedly shook his head, indicating that he would never laugh again.
"I won't laugh or explain it to you, so you'll keep laughing."
Jiang Hanxi raised her finger and gently tapped Wang Feng's brow twice with her knuckles, speaking with a mixture of doting and ruthlessness.
"Waaaaah!"
While Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi were sobbing, Han Miao was glaring angrily at the ground.
Han Miao frowned and raised his head when the firelight in front of him was blocked by a tall figure in a black robe.
"Han...Miao...?"
Xu Chen's deep pupils met the clear eyes of the small, cold-looking girl, and he asked softly with some uncertainty.
Especially Han Miao's adorable puffed-up face made Xu Chen's heart pound.
"What! You love my sword so much, but you don't like me anymore once you see me like this?"
Han Miao looked up at Xu Chen, crossed her arms, and stared at his long, icy blue hair with her fair face as she spoke angrily.
"No...no..."
"You look so beautiful after you transform! I... I like you even more now..."
Xu Chen hurriedly explained, even stammering because he was so nervous.
Now, the loli Hanmiao, who was standing with her arms crossed and a tuft of hair sticking up on her head, finally relaxed her brows a little and felt a little happy.
This was the first time someone had ever complimented her on her beauty, so it would be a lie to say she wasn't happy.
"Here, take this..."
At this moment, Xu Chen, who had his hands behind his back, took out a string of fish meat that he had cut at some point and gently handed it to Han Miao.
Han Miao tilted her head slightly involuntarily, and her adorable appearance made Xu Chen blush.
"No, I'll cut it myself."
Han Jian tilted her head slightly and looked up at Xu Chen, saying with a hint of resentment, "It's not like I can't cut it myself."
"Uh... but I cut it myself."
"Does yours taste better?"
One person looked down at the other, while the other looked up at the other; their conversation inexplicably made people want to laugh.
"I cut the best part of the perch, you should try it."
Xu Chen held up the still-steaming fish in his hand and began to speak with a serious expression.
"Really too much?"
Han Miao, with her small frame, tilted her head back, seemingly a little incredulous, and asked with some doubt.
"Yeah, you'll know once you try it."
Xu Chen felt a little uneasy because he didn't really know if this was the best part to eat.
These ways of communicating with women were all tricks he learned from his master.
"Okay."
Seeing this, Han Miao slightly tiptoed and gently raised his hand to take the immortal perch meat that Xu Chen handed him.
"If it doesn't taste good, you're dead meat!"
Han Miao pouted and glared at him with her big eyes, trying to look fierce, but she really didn't have any real power to harm him.
"He shouldn't die, at most he'll be half-dead."
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