A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 27 22. Well, it smells so good (please recommend)

The incense burner was lit in the palace, and wisps of faint green smoke filled the air above it.

In the hot summer, the palace is still cool and even a bit chilly.

"Deng Deng Deng."

There was a sound of footsteps, and a soldier wearing brass light armor bent down and walked in, respectfully speaking a few words in the old eunuch's ear.

The old eunuch nodded to indicate that he could leave, and the soldiers exited tremblingly, as if there were some man-eating beasts inside.

"What's wrong?" A lazy male voice sounded from behind the curtain: "I am here to escape the summer heat and don't want to talk about political affairs."

"Your Majesty, it is said that the boxing champion from Russia was beaten to death by Li Shuwen in the street. Many Western nobles are making trouble and want an explanation." The eunuch lowered his head respectfully.

"I understand, go down. There is no need to report such trivial matters in the future." The male voice responded calmly.

After the eunuch retired.

The man on the futon sighed and turned to look at the figure beside him. This is supposed to be my world, but now...

Next to the man was a vague figure. The man stood quietly behind him, like a guardian, exuding a faint cold air.

Is this what is called central air conditioning?

But the man knew that this person was here to monitor him. These people held power that he could not understand, but they asked him to cooperate. Although he did not know the real purpose of the other party, was cooperation really beneficial to him?

However, being able to master this kind of power, even if it is just illusory, still has some meaning.

"Did you hear what I just said?" The man's tone was calm. Even though he didn't know the other party's purpose and couldn't resist the other party's power, his arrogance remained undiminished.

"Your Majesty, do you want us to help you calm down the commotion of some foreigners?" The figure made a hoarse voice.

The man nodded and didn't say much. Of course, if you can use it, you should use it. Even if it is a double-edged sword, so what? Besides, do you really think that there is no one available in our vast country?

The figure bowed silently, stepped back, and disappeared into the shadows.

"Alas...the world is finally peaceful." The man sighed.

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"Xiaomi, squeeze here, um~ it feels comfortable, here, here, here, it's so sore. um~ yes, yes, yes, right here~ um, um~"

Xuan Hao was lying comfortably on the bed in his room at this time. The master took the blade he gave him and ran away somewhere. Isn't he doing whatever he wants at home now?

After completing the daily training, he lay on the bed, reading the "Scientific Induction of Sows and Postpartum Care" that his master had given him last time, which was a treasure for making a fortune, and enjoying the massage. It was really comfortable.

Behind him, Xia Mi, who was wearing a skirt, listened to Xuan Hao's moans, blushed and put her hands on his shoulders and pressed them gently (lying on his shoulders, coughing): "Okay, you actually started teasing me. ! You were not like this before!"

"Huh? Why am I teasing you? It's really comfortable when you press it~" I learned all this from you. Xuan Hao smiled evilly, put his hand on the back of Xia Mi's hand, turned his head and sniffed it with his nose. Smell, um, it smells so good.

"Young master, I will be angry if you do this again." Xia Mi blushed and pulled away the held hand. She pinched Xuan Hao's shoulder with her other hand and pouted. She did not dare to use too much force. He was so strong that he was afraid of strangling him to death, so he couldn't pinch this guy whose basin was thicker than the city wall at all. This guy was quite serious when he first came here. How come he has such a bad personality after he got acquainted with him? He always makes fun of himself, and it gets worse and worse, huh.

Feeling the insignificant tickling on his shoulder, Xuan Hao dropped the book and squinted his eyes with enjoyment on his face.

As long as I pretend not to know, I can do whatever I want.

"Well, cough."

There was a slight cough, and Xuan Hao felt the massage on his shoulders disappear, and opened his eyes strangely.

"You guys are enjoying it, aren't you?" Li Shuwen's voice was a little gloomy.

"Um...Master, would you like me to give you a shoulder massage?" Xuan Hao said humbly.

"Why don't you go practice shooting!"

A roar scared Xuan Hao to jump out of bed, and ran into the yard with the gun in hand.

"Hahahaha, you deserve it!" Xia Mi chuckled.

"Huh?" Li Shuwen glared at Xiaoxiao, "Who told you to spoil him like this?"

"Slightly." Xia Mi tilted his head and stuck out his tongue.

"Boy, use this gun." Li Shuwen threw out the long gun in his hand, which he had just brought back.

"Huh?" Xuanhao caught the spear and was stunned for a moment.

There's something wrong with this gun.

This gun was very heavy, and there was nothing special about the handle. It was dark and plain, but the tip of the gun was unusually sharp and emitted a faint golden light, giving him a very familiar feeling.

"This is reforged using the blade you gave me and other alchemical metals. If nothing unexpected happens, it is powerful enough to kill the first generation species." Li Shuwen said lightly.

"Oh, what a good thing." Xuan Hao licked his lips, but I'm not very interested in slaying dragons, master.

In the courtyard, the breeze blew through, bringing a hint of coolness. The leaves on the old trees were blown off, and three or two pieces slowly floated down.

Xuan Hao, who was standing on the spot, lightly shook his wrist, and a cold light flashed, and the nearly two-meter long spear swept past, bringing up an invisible wind blade.

"Wow"

Like a wandering dragon, the scattered leaves were cut off and fell to the ground in two halves.

"What a gun!"

As soon as the gun head turned, Xuan Hao started dancing on the spot, blocking, holding, stabbing, picking, stabbing, turning and splitting in one go. This spear seemed to be particularly smooth, and his movements were much more agile than usual. For a moment, the whole courtyard was filled with Cold light spread everywhere, and the wind whistled like a sharp blade.

Sharp and sharp, this is Li Shuwen's evaluation of Xuan Hao's spear. Although it has not been around for a long time, it is still full of loopholes in his eyes. He can even catch it with his bare hands, but this sharp momentum is really eye-catching, but still too young.

Looking at the spear flipping in Xuan Hao's hand, there was no real fighting spirit at all. It was more like a child showing off to adults with his favorite toy. It was only imposing, but not useful and needed some sharpening.

"Bah bang bang."

However, you should still encourage what should be encouraged.

"Yes, there is a slight improvement compared to before." Li Shuwen applauded lightly, "I have already taught you everything that needs to be taught. Everyone has their own style of marksmanship. You have to explore for yourself what path to take. Martial arts Just like being a human being, a teacher cannot impose anything on you, but remember, the real battlefield is not just a show, I think you should have seen it. Your gun will suffer in real fighting."

As he spoke, he seemed to have remembered something and waved his hand: "You have just started learning to shoot. There is still a long way to go. Don't be anxious. Take your time."