"Unfortunately, I'm uncultured, so all I can say is 'fuck' and I'm on my way to interstellar travel." Si Mubei was so excited he almost shouted it out in a male voice, but luckily he saw his adopted daughter's senior brother sitting next to him, and his male voice caught in his throat. He continued to sigh to his dog boss in his effeminate voice: "That jealous bastard is fast enough, but I didn't expect our daughter to be so strong, boss!"
He didn't even see how they made their move. After their powerful mental energy was unleashed, a sound of swords clashing rang out, and then they went their separate ways, each wielding their weapons against their own opponents.
Awesome.
That's so exciting!
My daughter is amazing!
Bo Jichen's expression tightened slightly: "A good thing, definitely a good thing!"
The excited and enthusiastic Si Mubei was completely dumbfounded: "Huh?"
"Antique?" Yuan Yi tugged at the chair beneath him, moving closer to Ji Chenba, his dark, bright eyes gleaming with a light that seemed to sparkle with money. "Antique, a cane sword?"
Si Mubei: "..."
What the heck is a cane sword?
Indeed, one becomes like the company one keeps.
How come this cat, when it's with the dog boss, has also learned to be roundabout and act mysterious?
Bo Jichen gazed at the sword in Shu Xubai's hand from afar and casually praised Yuan Yigun, saying, "As expected of the Yuan family, which has a history and civilization of more than 3,000 years, not only is their family wealth abundant, but their knowledge is also extensive."
"Come here, little kitten, explain to your uncultured mother Mu Bei how much the sword in Shu Xubai's hand, who has conjunctivitis, is worth."
Yuan Yigun's two fan-shaped little ears twitched as he was praised. He was so happy that he didn't care that he was a bear and not a cat. He grinned and said, "Mu Bei, let me tell you, the cane sword is a kind of sword hidden in a cane. It is said to have originated from ancient Earth in China in the Milky Way. As for when it originated, I have no idea."
"But... it's an invisible weapon. If you don't draw the sword, it's just a cane, ordinary and unremarkable, with various ornate appearances..."
The Fourth Civilization present: "..."
After such powerful mental strength and the passing of the storm, why did he suddenly start using a knife?
The young prince of the Troia Empire has gone too far.
If anything were to happen to their high priest, they would certainly not let the Troia Empire off the hook.
Zerg: "..."
Long live Your Majesty!
Another tie?
Fortunately, their emperor looks rough, unlike the delicate skin of the Great Witch of the Fourth Civilization. He looks miserable, a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
Shu Xubai gripped the hilt of his sword, the tip moving downwards to pierce He Yan's clothes. Looking at his good friend, old acquaintance, and mortal enemy Jiang Si, he said, "My dear, you said he's my food. I brand my food. What's there to be ashamed of?"
"You dare admit it?" Jiang Sijiao giggled, the tip of her knife slicing through Jiufeng's neck, obliterating the teeth marks on his skin. "You dare admit it, you old bastard? Then come on, tell him what this brand means?"
Jiufeng: "..."
He couldn't utter a sound.
Unable to ask what the brand mark means?
His mental strength was completely suppressed.
It turns out that his so-called strength was utterly insignificant in front of these two.
Marshal Agares' wife, Princess Jiang Jiang of the Troya Empire, had previously attacked him by seizing his mental energy, but she hadn't used her full strength at all.
As the blood flowed from Jiu Feng's neck, Shu Xubai's red eyes gradually turned even more crimson, like two blood moons. He spoke in a gloomy tone: "Who told you to destroy my mark?"
With the tip of the ginger knife pressed against the cut on Jiu Feng's neck, a smirk played on her lips as she ignored his gloomy expression. She retorted, "I call this destruction destruction? You old codger, where's your composure and elegance?"
"Shut up!" Shu Xubai thrust his sword into He Yan's chest, blood gushing out instantly. "Say one more word and I'll kill your little bug."
He Yan: "..."
There's a saying about selling hemp coins, but I don't know if I should say it.
What grudge?
What grievance?
Either get it over with quickly.
Either they'll fight.
What kind of good person would suppress and torment him?
Holding a knife in one hand and patting her chest with the other, Jiang Si said angrily, "Oh my, you scared me to death! Don't hold back, go ahead and do it!"
"you…"
Before Shu Xubai could finish speaking, Jiang Si shifted the tip of her knife, kicked Jiu Feng off the ground, her skirt billowing up as she pinned him against the wall, her eyes fixed on him, her long knife pointing backward at him.
Jiufeng slammed his back against the wall, spilling a mouthful of blood. The mental pressure that had been suppressing him eased, and he was able to speak. His first question was, "What is a brand?"
Jiang Si used her free hand to wipe the blood off Jiu Feng's neck, licked it, smacked her lips, and clicked her tongue: "Your Highness Jiu Feng, your blood is so sweet. No wonder my darling likes it. He's even willing to fight me for it."
The food he branded.
She dares to eat it?
provocative.
Absolutely provocative.
Shu Xubai kicked He Yan away and then drew his sword to attack Jiang Si.
The powerful sword energy, carrying violence and bloodshed, aimed directly at Jiang Si's back.
Jiang Si tilted her body to the side, leaned back, and flashed to He Yan's side with lightning speed, grabbing him and releasing the mental energy that was suppressing him.
With a clang.
Shu Xubai attacked with the full force of his strength to kill Jiang Si, so naturally he didn't expect her to dodge. He thought she would fight back fiercely, and it would be either him or her.
Unexpectedly, she dodged it.
Her dodge left him no time to retract his sword. He watched as the blade pierced Jiu Feng's chest. He tried his best to move upwards, but the sword still pierced his chest, pinning him to the wall. The sword struck the wall with a clang.
Jiufeng groaned, her hand gripping the blade of his sword, blood continuously spilling from her mouth: "What is a brand? What did you, you filthy, despicable Vampire, do to me?"
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