Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1383 Don’t fight against the fire

Shengqi's eyes widened and he glanced at his chest, where he could just see the sharp edge of Zhen Gang's sword.

At this time, he certainly had the strength to break free from the shackles of the two sisters, Zhuan Po Dei Hun, and forcefully pull out the giant bridge behind him, but he did not act rashly.

Because if you move, you may die.

The black swordsman who dared to challenge Genie, the best swordsman in the world, gave up.

There is nothing we can do about it.

Facing Gai Nie, Sheng Qi had no confidence that he could win, but he thought that there was no problem in saving his life. If he lost, he would lose. He would try again next time.

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  But this time was different. Shengqi was sure of one thing. If Liu Sword Slave wanted to kill him, he would never be able to walk out of the woods alive.

Shengqi is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die yet, and he can't die. He still has very important things to complete.

If he really wanted to die, he would prefer to die in the hands of a real swordsman like Gai Nie. It would be too boring to die in the hands of such pure killing machines. It would be similar to being killed by a chariot on the battlefield. .

Of course, just because Sheng Qi remained motionless and silent did not mean that Liu Sword Slave would let him go.

In essence, their action was a warning, and whether the warning would be upgraded to punishment depended on how the person being warned behaved.

Although Shengqi looked tough, had a fiery temper, and looked like he didn't know how to bend his head, in fact, he had a very bright mind and made the most appropriate move smoothly:

"You won't kill me, you still want to use me!"

The powerful-sounding words expressed his intention to take the initiative, but they also contained a hint of fierceness and inner reluctance.

This is of course, because it is actually Sheng Qi who is submissive to Zhao Gao.

For the leader of Luo Wang, there must be some people in this world who play an irreplaceable role, but he is clearly not qualified to win against Qi.

Zhao Gao could also hear what Sheng Qi meant, the contemptuous smile on his lips widened, he put his pale and slender hands behind his back, took a few steps forward calmly, and then responded in a cold voice:
  "Haha, no matter how useful a weapon is, what's its value if it's not easy to use?"

"Even if it's the twelfth-ranked giant, it's the same."

Needless to say, the hot-tempered Shengqi was very angry when he heard this. After all, he was not one of the sword slaves around him who had been completely brainwashed into a pure tool. However, the situation was stronger than the people, so he could only use this tone. Bear with it for now.

He released his hand that was still holding the hilt of the Juque sword and assumed a defenseless posture, further demonstrating his attitude of surrender.

Zhao Gao glanced at this scene with his slightly turned eyes, and let out a chuckle that probably expressed satisfaction.

This smile seemed to be giving an order to the Six Sword Slaves. The next second everyone drew their swords and retreated. They left Shengqi in an instant and resumed their original position.

Zhao Gao stepped forward directly at this time, probably about to leave, and warned in a cold tone:

"This will never happen again!"

"In the future, I hope you can remember every word and every word I said to you!"

As Zhao Gao left, Six Sword Slaves quickly followed. In a short time, the group disappeared into the mist in the forest. Only Sheng Qi was left, standing with a gloomy face and not moving for a long time. .

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Songhai City, in the small courtyard where Gu Xun settled down.

"I said, since he is so virtuous, just let him find a secluded place to rest." Gu Xun looked at Yan Lingji who still had Wushuang Ghost with her and said in a dumbfounded voice.

Yan Lingji sat down next to Gu Xun, holding an apple in her hand and chewing on it, and replied nonchalantly:

"What's wrong? His arm was injured, not his leg. It doesn't prevent him from walking."

"Then...then...that's fine. If you don't feel embarrassed, just take it with you." Gu Xun didn't bother to argue with her, and waved his hand to show that he was talking too much, so he gave in.

The reason for the conversation between the two lies in Wushuanggui's appearance at this time.

There was nothing wrong with his head, torso, and legs. The only thing that was different from normal was that his arms, which had been frozen by the cold air yesterday, were wrapped tightly in layers of thick gauze and hung limply on both sides of his body.

Needless to say, Bingpo's cold energy is domineering. Yesterday, Yan Lingji hurriedly brought Wushuang Ghost to him for treatment. It happened that he was in the mirage and it was already too late when he came back, which delayed the best time for treatment.

Of course, fortunately, the ice soul's cold energy was overbearing enough and the chilling effect was extremely outstanding. In addition, Wushuanggui's physique was good enough. At least, these arms were not directly scrapped. They just needed to be treated with medicine and then cultivated.

The current partially mummified appearance is the result of the medicine.

The arms were originally thick, and at first glance they looked about the same as an ordinary person's waist. But now after being wrapped in a medical cloth, they were completely thicker than an ordinary person's waist.

According to Gu Xun's estimation, if the recovery is good, it will take about seven to ten days to stop taking medicine and rely solely on natural recovery. After twenty days to one month, complete recovery will be achieved.

The time was still quite long, so he suggested that Yan Lingji place Wushuang Ghost in the General's Mansion to rest. It was a big place and there would be people to eat and drink, so she shouldn't continue to show off outside.

But she felt that the Wushuang Ghost looked like this had a different kind of cuteness, so she insisted on keeping it with her.

Regarding Gu Xun's perfunctory concession, Yan Lingji pouted in dissatisfaction and complained, "It's not you who caused him to be like this!"

"If you hadn't given the Ice Soul Sword to that little girl, would Wushuang have been frozen?"

"Ha!" Gu Xun was amused by Yan Lingji's words and asked, "Isn't that because you have nothing to do to stir up trouble?"

"If you don't provoke those children, won't everything be fine?"

"Hmph!" Yan Lingji hugged her chest with both hands, snorted coldly, looked at Gu Xun sideways, and said with a strange tone, "Yes, it's my fault for provoking the new love of the Imperial Master!"

"I said you women..." Gu Xun couldn't laugh or cry at this, "Time really has no effect on you at all. More than ten years ago, you were dissatisfied with me getting close to other women. More than ten years later, you are still so."

"I'm almost forty years old!"

"That little girl is only a teenager, not even here yet. She is even younger than my daughter!"

Yan Lingji didn't take Gu Xun's argument seriously. She fiddled with her nails and replied without raising her head, "Ayan is not your biological daughter and cannot be counted."

"...Huh!" Gu Xun took a breath and replied with a forced smile, "Okay, Ayan doesn't count, but even compared to Qiantaki, that child is not two years older?"

"Alas, a new generation has replaced the old one!" Yan Lingji Quan pretended that she heard nothing and lamented to herself.

"I don't care about you, old or new, so don't give me any blind fire!" Gu Xun, who was also used to Yan Lingji's nonsense, reminded her with a wry smile.

Yan Lingji turned her face and smiled at him, but did not accept the words.

(End of this chapter)