Xu Chen thought for a while, took a bite of the fish in his other hand, and stammered as he spoke.
"Why?"
Han Miao, holding a piece of fish skewered on a stick, with a tuft of hair sticking up on his head and looking rather dazed, asked a question with a furrowed brow.
In fact, Han Miao's thoughts are not much different from Jiang Hanxi's, and he is even more naive than Jiang Hanxi.
Because it was a sword from the moment it was created, it had little interaction with people other than killing.
"Because your master is here too, he will take you away, so I should have been half dead after withstanding your first sword strike."
Xu Chen chewed on the fish, then walked to the fire and sat down gently, muttering to himself as he answered the questions.
"Idiot! Did you really think I was going to beat you to death?!"
"Come and sit down."
Xu Chen gently wiped the dust off the ground beside him with his black robe, then patted it lightly to signal Han Miao to come over.
Han Miao was unknowingly led over by Xu Chen and subconsciously wanted to go over and sit next to him.
But halfway there, Han Miao suddenly came to her senses. Why was she wasting so much time talking to this lecherous swordsman?
"No! I need to find my master now."
With the fish meat in her hand, Han Miao looked adorable as she finished speaking and turned to walk towards Jiang Hanxi.
"Oh, then go now, and come back to sit down later."
Xu Chen gave a faint "oh," then sat down and sat down with a stick, playing with the fire while eating grilled fish.
Both swordsmen have lived for tens of thousands of years, but their conversation at this moment is like that of children, cute and childish.
This can only be blamed on their lack of worldly experience, which limits their cognitive abilities.
After all, the two swords spend most of their time inside the space.
Xu Chen didn't feel lonely at all; he was having a great time playing with the fire, gently tapping the embers with a stick.
A moment later... a small, barefoot figure with a somewhat forlorn ahoge (a cowlick-like hair sticking up) sat down about two meters away from Xu Chen.
Looking behind them, you could see two figures each having a great time not far away.
Two figures were Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi teasing each other.
The other two scenes depicted a little dragon riding an ice unicorn, running around aimlessly.
"Why did you come back so suddenly?"
"I don't want to disturb them both."
"oh......"
As Xu Chen finished speaking with an "oh," the two of them sat there, one tall and one short, each holding a stick and tapping away at sparks...
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