My inner voice was revealed, and all the cannon fodder changed the plot behind my back.

Chapter 8 A weak and innocent eight-year-old girl

This sudden sentence not only confused Jiang Jingsheng, but also Guo Peng, who gave the gift, looked confused.

He hurriedly stood up from the solid wooden chair, his steps were very fast, and he was in front of Jiang Li in the blink of an eye. He leaned over and looked at Jiang Li's darkened palms, frowning.

After a long time, he stretched out a finger and scratched Jiang Li's palm. Looking at the black ashes in his hand and the white palm exposed after erasing the ashes, Guo Peng was silent.

"It seems that the sword itself exists." The wording was euphemistic, but the tone was very firm.

The expression on Jiang Luo's face froze, and he raised his little hand and scraped Jiang Li's palm, getting black ash on his hand.

"..." Why did things develop beyond her expectations?
[No, as one of the top ten most deadly weapons, why do you still lose your color?How do you live up to your reputation? 】

[No, who can bear to slap me in the face so openly?Who can bear it? 】

Jiang Jingsheng's eyelids twitched fiercely as he listened to his youngest daughter's voice, and felt something bad in his heart.

The next moment, the premonition came true. Jiang Luo put her hand on the dark hilt of the sword. With a strong effort on her hand, she lifted the sword weighing a hundred kilograms!

Jiang Luo's originally short stature was made even smaller by the contrast of this heavy sword. He was not even as long as the sword.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, Jiang Luo looked confused.

If she read correctly just now, when the second sister put her hand on the hilt of the sword, her whole body changed slightly, for example, her whole body became stiff and unable to move.

But she... Jiang Luo lowered his head silently and looked at his darkened palms without saying anything for a long time.

[The eighth-ranked murder weapon is so useless. It’s better to re-rank it as soon as possible. Even a weak and innocent eight-year-old girl like me can easily pick up this sword. What else about it is worthy of so many people fighting for it? necessary? 】

[Oh no, this weapon knows its owner. Without refining it, the sword cannot display its true strength... How do you make the spiritual weapon know its owner?I remember what my father taught me...]

When Jiang Jingsheng and others heard this, their hearts immediately started to rise again. Jiang Li also came out of his trance, looked at Jiang Luo's eagerness to try the trick with his fingers, and gave Jiang Luo a cruel slap on the head.

After being beaten like this, Jiang Luo was interrupted in the middle of the kneading technique. After staring at the Chi Lian sword for a while, she suddenly turned around and said, "Uncle Lin looks like he wants it very much. Do you want to let Uncle Lin try it?" Give it a try?"

[It is said that the backlash suffered by forcing Chi Lian to recognize his master can even kill the persecutor. Doesn’t Lin Fengning want that?Go up and let people recognize you as your master. When the time comes, it will be up to God whether you will live or die. 】

[It’s best to be dead, even half disabled. 】

After saying this, Jiang Luo walked up to Jiang Jingsheng very consciously, holding the hem of Jiang Jingsheng's clothes tightly with his small hands.

If he hadn't heard her thoughts, Jiang Jingsheng would have calmed down Jiang Luo in a nice voice at this moment, but in his opinion, he was the one who should be comforted now.

He pretended not to see Jiang Luo's suggestive eyes and looked at Lin Fengning with a gentle smile, "Do you want to give Fengning a try?"

Jiang Luo, who originally thought that his father was not going to talk to him, was stunned for a moment. After realizing it, he couldn't suppress the raised corners of his mouth and simply turned his back.

But this did not affect her voice being heard by Jiang Jingsheng at all.

[I was still wondering when my father would be so generous. It turns out I was overthinking. 】

Lin Fengning couldn't get off the tiger. Looking at the heavy sword that he spent countless efforts to get, he hesitated for a long time and said through gritted teeth, "Then..."

"Where's that thief Lin Fengning? Get out of here!" The closed door of Yating was kicked open by someone with great strength. With this kick, the door was broken and sawdust flew everywhere. On the ground, Jiang Luo looked at the extra things on the ground and silently made a note in his heart.

[Golden nanmu door, [-] spirit stones, carpenter’s crafting fee, [-] spirit stones, mental damage fee, [-] spirit stones. 】

Remember well.

Jiang Jingsheng praised him secretly in his heart.

"What? You have the guts to rob things, but you don't have the guts to admit it? Is this the behavior of the so-called Lingyun Sect's great disciples? It really embarrasses the Lingyun Sect!"

The voice of the person who spoke this time was rough, different from the angry young man's voice just now. This person had the words "I'm here to support" written from head to toe. He was obviously an elder in the young man's family.

Jiang Luo was originally hiding behind Jiang Jingsheng to watch the excitement. Seeing that Lin Fengning had not moved for so long, she leaned out half of her body and met the eyes of the young man with angry eyes. Jiang Luo innocently After blinking, he stretched out a hand from behind and pointed in Lin Fengning's direction.

The intent is obvious.

Where are the people?

I was just about to say these words.

The young man whose brows were filled with anger inexplicably lost some of his anger when he saw those clean and clear eyes. After a long while, he looked blankly in the direction Jiang Luo pointed.

Is that the youngest daughter of Sect Master Jiang?So...cute?
The young man thought in his heart, but he didn't know that in a few years, this very cute little girl in his impression would become the boss who led him to dominate.

The moment Feng Yixuan saw Lin Fengning's face clearly, relevant memories emerged in his mind like a tide.

The sword hilt suddenly hit him from behind, the ugly face he glanced at before he fell unconscious, and the facial features that enlarged when the man groped around on his body to wake him up.

It matched perfectly with the man in white robe in front of me.

As for how he learned that the person who robbed him was Lin Fengning?
Feng Yixuan took advantage of the moment when he woke up and pulled off Lin Fengning's waistband, which symbolized Lingyun Sect's disciples. Maybe he was preoccupied with getting more things out of him, but Lin Fengning didn't realize it at all. And the name engraved on it was Lin Fengning.

He rarely goes out, and he doesn't know many things about the outside world. His uncle even told him that Lin Fengning was a disciple of Lingyun Sect.

This was his first time traveling, but he didn't expect that he would be forced to stop it with such a result.

Feng Yixuan took two steps forward, raised the waistband high, and thrust it in front of Lin Fengning's eyes. He wanted to poke it directly into his eyes, "Give me back what's mine, Lin, Feng, Ning."

In the end, Lin Fengning's name popped out from his teeth one by one, which showed how angry he was.

Lin Fengning was forced like this by a child who was a little shorter than him. He felt as if his face had been stripped off and thrown to the ground. His face was green and white, his teeth were clenching, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

He was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but Feng Yixuan seemed to suddenly remember something again. After groping around on his body for a while, he took out a tattered rag from the spirit ring and shook it gently in his hand. .

"It says Lin Jiu, it's me..."

"What on earth do you want to do!"

Before he finished speaking, a strong force hit him. Feng Yixuan only felt his hand was empty. In the blink of an eye, he saw that the rag had been in Lin Fengning's hand. He balled it up and squeezed it in his palm.

(End of this chapter)