I really am not a freeloader!

Zhao Qian nodded and handed the sword directly to An Xinran.

This way, both sides will be clear.

Then see when you can get your own property deed in the city.

Although I have just built a waterwheel, why should I live outside the city if I can live in it?

Following Aunt Han, we turned left and right and soon entered a courtyard.

Finally, they opened the cellar of the courtyard and walked underground for a long time before they arrived at a courtyard with beautiful scenery and flowers.

At this time, the girl in lavender clothes had been waiting for a long time.

"Oh, who's that person behind you?"

An Xinran looked at the girl wearing the same clothes as Zhao Qian behind her with some confusion.

This is the first time I see Zhao Qian bringing others here.

"Oh, this is the one I live with recently. I call her Foodie."

Zhao Qian suddenly felt someone poking his kidney.

He looked to his right with some confusion.

But all I saw was Aunt Han with a frosty face.

Is it that I have a wrong perception?

Zhao Qian was very confused.

"Pfft."

An Xinran smiled and laughed at Ji Huanglian who was hiding on Zhao Qian's left side.

"Take a seat,"

An Xinran said.

"No, no, I have something to give you today."

Zhao Qian waved his hand.

"I've solved what I promised you today."

He pulled the sword out of Ji Huanglian's arms and placed it in front of An Xinran.

Although Ji Huanglian was reluctant about this, she still let it go.

"this?"

An Xinran was a little confused. Is there anything special about this?

In response, Zhao Qian placed An Xinran's hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Burn up guys, this is the final battle!"

"For tomorrow, for my family!"

I could hear people roaring and the sounds of endless fighting.

"This...this is..."

An Xinran said with lifeless eyes.

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if something was brewing.

Suddenly, the sword flew up from the table and stood straight in front of An Xinran.

"Lingbao, firewood burning?"

An Xinran said somewhat uncertainly.

The sword shook slightly, confirming the name.

"Really? You chose me..."

An Xinran stood up and placed his hand on the blade.

"Miss!"

Aunt Han was shocked!

"nothing."

An Xinran stretched out a hand to stop Aunt Han who looked anxious.

"It has a destiny with me. Or rather, it is waiting for me."

An Xinran let the sword cut her skin, dripping bright red blood.

The restrictions on the sword were gradually released because of the blood from the same source. The golden lines slightly changed to red and then gradually faded.

Gently grasping the hilt of the sword, a feeling of blood and flesh blending came before my eyes.

And a secret method also emerged in her mind.

In ancient times, the ancestors of the human race used a secret method to burn their lives and souls in exchange for power in order to defeat monsters.

"Fuel Burning Warfare"

Chapter 15: The Holy Land of the Past Human Race

For some reason, An Xinran felt that this name was very familiar.

But she quickly shook her head, maybe it was an illusion.

However, this secret method is very suitable for me.

The pitch-black sword fell into her hands, as light as a feather.

"Wow."

Zhao Qian widened his eyes.

I have rarely seen the scene of a spiritual treasure recognizing its master.

But this sword is really handsome, damn.

As if she had noticed Zhao Qian's gaze, An Xinran looked at Zhao Qian with envy.

A smile appeared on her face.

"Want to touch it?"

Ignoring the dissatisfaction in the sword, An Xinran handed the sword to Zhao Qian.

"Can I?"

Zhao Qian was a little surprised. After recognizing its master, the sword looked a little more handsome.

As a man, Zhao Qian naturally had no resistance to this.

Zhao Qian took the sword. Although it was still very heavy for him, he seemed to be able to feel an inexplicable emotion in the sword.

Zhao Qian closed his eyes and carefully felt the emotions conveyed by the sword.

It seems like... contempt?!

Ah!

Zhao Qian had a face full of question marks. He felt bad that he was being looked down upon by a long sword.

“That’s abominable.”

After saying this in a low voice, Zhao Qian handed the sword back to An Xinran.

"How about it?"

An smiled happily.

"He despises me. We can't be friends anymore."

"Hahahahaha."

An Xinran smiled, very happily.

Zhao Qian just sighed and said that when he has gained enough skills in the future, he will step on you and fly around on a sword every day.

Oh, that’s not right. By that time, it seems that the sword has already belonged to An Xinran.

No matter what, I guess she wouldn't mind taking me out for a walk.

"Now that the matter has been completed, I will take my leave now."

The sword has been handed over to An Xinran.

When An Xinran's excitement passes, I'm afraid I will be able to buy a house in Anling City.

When you think about it, it’s pretty good.

"Eh? You're leaving now?"

"You need to get used to this sword. My presence here would ruin the view."

Although Ji Huanglian, who was following behind Zhao Qian, was somewhat reluctant to part with the sword.

After all, this was found by Zhao Qian, but it was given to someone else so easily.

But this was Zhao Qian's decision, so she couldn't say much.

Most of his soul had already walked out of the restricted space, so he didn't really need this sword anymore.

Rather, if I use this sword in the future, I am afraid that my soul will be slightly harmed.

Moreover, there are many spiritual treasures in his home.

After figuring this out, Ji Huanglian had no objection and just followed Zhao Qian silently.

"These spiritual fruits are not a token of my respect. I will definitely visit you later."

An Xinran stuffed the spiritual fruit into Zhao Qian's arms with a serious face.

Zhao Qian didn't refuse, but accepted it with peace of mind.

He gave one to Ji Huanglian and said goodbye to An Xinran.

"Miss."

Aunt Han looked at An Xinran with some concern.

She didn't have any magic weapon, and she was just a foundation-building cultivator, so naturally she didn't know what had just happened.

However, now An Xinran was looking at the sword in his hand with a slight excitement in his eyes.

"Where is father's training ground?"

An Xinran asked about a place that she had never paid attention to before.

Anping's thoughts gradually returned to his senses. He looked at his daughter, who was sweating all over but looked very excited.

How can we not know what happened?

The sword finally fell back into the hands of his daughter.

This is really true.

Anping inexplicably felt a sense of destiny.

"Practicing swordplay? Do you want your father to teach you?"

Anping thought of the warm parent-child love that had been recorded in the storybooks.

He couldn't help but say with some anticipation.

"No thanks, father."

An Xinran shook her head and rejected An Ping's proposal.

Click.

Anping was stunned on the spot.

How, how is it possible?

He practiced swordplay with his daughter, pointed out her shortcomings, and then was angrily told by her: "Bad daddy."

Could it be that I can no longer have these moments at all?