After the old ancestor woke up, he became a knife

Chapter 1
Ao Xiangwan opened his eyes in doubt, and what he saw was the seductive beauty under the night.

In the fog-shrouded hot spring pool, there is a vague figure from the back, leaning lazily on the edge of the pool wall, looking bored at the bright moon in mid-air, he glanced at the communicator next to him, Get up and walk out from the hot spring pool.

"Irregular."

Bei Xiu casually picked up a white bath towel and wrapped it around his lower body. His slender fingers paused slightly, and he looked around suspiciously.

After he couldn't see anything for a while, he put away his vigilant gaze, and said a little self-deprecatingly: "How could there be other people in such a remote and uninhabited place..."

Ao Xiangwan's newly gathered consciousness dissipated and fell into a deep sleep again.

In the bitterly cold winter, it is as hot as a steam oven here.

In the big courtyard, a stubble-faced young man was so hot that he slapped his hands and pulled off his collar, but he didn't care too much, and hurriedly ran into the entrance of the small courtyard.

"Boss!"

Sheng Qing ran over panting, without even taking a break, counted carefully to the man lying on the rocking chair, and begged, "Boss, just do me a favor, the reward is this amount, I promise I won't need you How long."

The man sat up, took the other party's information from him, and glanced at the content of the information: "When."

Sheng Qing was overjoyed when he heard that there was a joke: "Now! As long as we save them, they will give us money immediately!"

Bei Xiu clicked his tongue lightly, stood up and returned the documents to him and said, "Let's go."

Seeing that the opponent was empty-handed, Sheng Qing followed behind and asked, "Boss, where is your knife?"

The man walking in front paused, and said in a normal tone, "Forgot."

Ao Xiangwan opened his eyes, but his consciousness was not fully awake. He vaguely saw a young man following the other person anxiously:

"Then it's also your natal weapon. No matter how many people have that talent, they may not be able to have it. How can you not cherish your weapon so much? Boss, do you remember where you put it?"

"let me see."

Beixiu raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked straight to the other direction, "I remember I left it by the side when I was taking a bath a few days ago, I will look for it, if I can't find it, I will pick a branch as a pawn Weapons, too."

When Sheng Qing heard it, he became even more anxious: "That's okay, it's your natal weapon, don't lose it!"

Bei Xiu looked ahead and saw the knife left beside the hot spring. He raised his eyebrows and walked over: "That's mine, why are you worried about it?"

He picked up the knife, saying he didn't care, but he still wiped the knife with a handkerchief, probably because he was afraid that it would rust.

"presumptuous!"

Bei Xiu paused for a moment with his fingers wiping the blade, and looked around with a slightly hesitant expression, then his eyes fell on Sheng Qing again, and he frowned and asked, "What did you just say?"

Sheng Qing didn't quite understand what he meant, looked at the time, and felt that it was too late: "Boss, let's go quickly, lest we go late and lose our reward."

Bei Xiu didn't pay much attention to it, and asked him to wait a little longer, then threw the knife in his hand to him, went back to the house, changed into thick clothes, and said, "Let's go."

Holding the knife, Sheng Qing struggled to keep up. He always felt that the knife was heavier than before, and thought it was an illusion caused by his own poor health.

(End of this chapter)