Chapter 17:

Xuan Ye knew if there was anything in the sword, which is hard to say.
Although as a conspiracy theorist, Sheng Lingyuan thinks so, but before he is sure, he shouldn't show his flaws-because at this moment he is obscured by his eyes, he knows only a limited amount of things, and he does not understand well, and The trapped sword is in a state of slaughter. For Sheng Lingyuan, the most sensible choice is to stand still and stand by.
In theory, it is impossible for the Mingming sword to cut itself, otherwise Xuan Yuan would insert the sword into the back of the spine every day, and would have poked himself into a high paraplegia.
But Sheng Lingyuan didn't expect that this iron "chicken" ran and ran up and even got up! He was lost for a moment, and the moment his sword touched human flesh, his desire for blood actually overshadowed reason.
When he returned to God, it was too late.
The hand already had thin skin and blood vessels. The epee was embedded in the palm of the hand. It was more than half an inch. The blood flow was like a note. The blood tank was filled with blinks. Next, Luo Cuicui heard the movement and looked at the probe. , The collar cuffs and ankles came out of a circle of green dill stem at the same time, and the whole person became green, shouting his throat: "Blood! Ah! My mother! A lot of blood! Stop quickly ... No, that ... … Help! "
He shouted all the planes, so he didn't know to come and help.
Ping Qian jumped up, forgot to know the seat belt, and was dragged back. The chocolate and fish skin beans in her pocket were all over the floor.
Only Yang Chao was calm, put down the book and glanced here, but before Xuan Yuan spoke, the man got up and went straight to the toilet and urinated.
Xuan Yuan: "..."
This group of dear colleagues.
The blade of the epee grew in his palm, sucking his blood greedily.
With such a big flaw, there is no time to make up for it. Sheng Lingyuan has a bit of a temper that "is here, then he is safe." Since the cuts are cut, the water is hard to collect, and he simply the blood on the sword. He was like a hungry and cold man. In the cold winter months, he drank a bowl of hot broth, and the whole person warmed up—possibly because he was used to the cold in the abyss. Then he realized that he almost forgot the warmth. Taste.
The intellect became clear a lot in a moment, and the vision was widened. You can even see what is in the entire small plane through the epee.
In the noise of the plane's "rumbling", Xuan Yuan's ears sighed with a phantom sound: "So fresh ..."
Xuan Ye ’s blue muscles leaped sharply, and his heart said,
Does this treat me as an oyster?

He couldn't care about the flames that should be banned on the plane. His other hand was soaked in blood, and he quickly drew a complicated rune on the sword. The epee burned with his heart. The man moaned.
Xuan Yuan stretched his hands before the fire alarm sounded and drew the flame of the sword into his heart. At the same time, he seemed to see a pair of tender and affectionate eyes in the reflection of the sword body, and was red with the smoke. With a little smile, gentle and creepy.
Sheng Lingyuan was choked by the flames, choked a few times, and then spoke again, his throat was a little dumb, but he still asked with interest: "What is oyster?"
At this time, Ping Qianru finally got rid of the seat belt and ran over like a gust of wind. Xuan Ye was afraid that she would encounter this dangerous sword, step on the epee that fell to the ground, and move it under the seat. Sheng Lingyuan just got the benefit, and he didn't care about honor and shame, so he stepped on it.
"Director, are you okay, director? Where did you cut it?" Ping Qianru was startled by the blood in one place and asked with a crying cry, "Aorta?"
Xuan Yuan: "... girl, would you like me?"
"I, we have a first aid kit, I'll get it for you, you and you, please hold on for a while." Ping Qianru hurriedly took two steps, and then called back, "Keep on for a while!"
"Ah," Xuanyuan nodded helplessly at her, "Come on, don't fall."
After all, the epee sword is an epee sword. As soon as the epee detached from the palm, his wound began to heal by itself. In a few words, the severed tendon has begun to repair itself. The stalk exposing a corner under the chair looked unpredictable.
With the noise of the plane, he lowered his voice and said, "Are you a little ingratitude ... Your Majesty?"
This sword has been with him since his memory, which is equivalent to a bone, let alone the sword that cannot be taken back, let alone him. It is unheard of to read through the entire family, and it must be the evil summoned by the gloomy sacrifice. The blood splattered by the ghost is related. The unknown goblin had a face exactly like his dream. When he woke up from Abuchi, the graphic of the shocking mutation tree arrangement also appeared in his dream, and he was killing in the hospital. The ring of flames that burst instantly ... If the patriarchs of all ages had the same dream, then this evil spirit must be inextricably linked to their "fire-guard" family.
Xuan Yuan felt wrong after waking up at noon. While dreaming that there was breathing sound around him, he felt that the sword body was a lot colder than usual, and what really made him sure that the sword had problems was the mirror-flowered water moon butterfly — As he approached the butterfly, the smiling faces on the wings of the butterfly changed, and they became crying faces while frightened.
Fear is easy to understand. Xuan Xuan is the natural killer of these things. The butterfly seeing him may be equivalent to seeing a large crematorium.
But what happened to the aggrieved little crying face?
If this butterfly, apart from being exceptionally long-lived, has not evolved the ability to "butterfly split", it can only be that it feels another person ... or, in other words, something else exists.
His sword was born in the fiery fire, the evils retreated, and it stands to reason that nothing should be attached to it. But if it was that devil ... it wouldn't be impossible for this bizarre thing to happen, after all, the flame ring guarded him.
Regardless of the gloomy sacrifice, the devil uttered a word when he killed Bi Chunsheng, and at that time only the closest Xuan Yuan heard it. There were two words in that remark that made him very concerned, one was "朕" and the other was "尔等".
"Wait" seems to imply that there is someone behind Bi Chunsheng.
And "朕" before the Kyushu Rebellion-to be precise, before the first "Hirabuchi Battle", it was just a common self-proclaimed, everyone used. Later, when Emperor Hei's ambition expanded and he began to battle Akabuchi, he turned the word into a royal one. The person who talks in this way is either born before the Emperor Ping Emperor, or a certain emperor afterwards. 【Note】
With the exception of individual deceased monarchs, most of the emperors had real estate after their death.
There were only two people buried in Abyss, one was Emperor Qi Ping, who was dead in the Battle of Pingyuan, and the other was Emperor Wu, who was so crazy that he jumped down.
Qi's surname is "Sheng".
So who will he be?
Xuan Yuan is not sure, so he is vague and intends to cheat first.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his voice fell, he heard the husky voice in his ear and laughed lowly: "Then how do you plan to let me repay?"
This sentence is nothing, followed by a more frightening sentence.
Xuan Yuan heard the demon in the sword saying, "That's the case, this little ghost will be pretending to be."
Xuan Yuan's mind was blank for a moment, and then the whole body's hair exploded: "Look, he can hear what I'm thinking!"
At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan in the sword "heared" his swear words, and immediately realized what.
The reactions of the two were quite consistent, almost emptying their brains at the same time, forcing themselves to focus on one thing, cutting off all thoughts-Xuan Yuan began to count the hair on Luo Cuicui's head intently, and Sheng Lingyuan in the sword recited silently. The ancient scriptures that did not understand at all.
Both of them belong to the type with countless masks and the heart of the city. It never occurred to them that one day they would be forced to "communicate" with a stranger whose position was unknown.
Can't pass anymore!
People with deep thoughts can control their micro-expressions, and some masters can even arrange their body language accurately, but who can control their brains?
Comrade Luo Cuicui's hair couldn't help but count, Xuan Yuan quickly counted to the end. His donkey was poor, and he couldn't help coming up with an idea: "I saw a ghost, what a mess?"
In the ancient classics of Sheng Lingyuan's flexion of his teeth, there is a "good" bite.
Xuan Yuan: "The different control bureaus have defeated me. I will not open my monthly salary for fourteen months at the end of the year. This matter is not over."
Although Sheng Lingyuan's scriptures were incomprehensible to him except for himself, Xuan Yuan judged it from the pronunciation. He repeated one sentence and repeated it three or four times. Finally, he couldn't help leaking out: "The creator of the gloomy sacrifices, I They will be utterly stunned. "
Xuan Yuan: "So there is the originator of the gloomy sacrifice? Bi Chunsheng is really just a puppet on the table?"
He raised a question, and Sheng Lingyuan made two voices at the same time. One was the slow and easy-going tone of his usual speech, accompanied by a chuckle: "Guess".
The other is cold: "nonsense".
Xuan Yuan: "..."
Senior Devil, you are so fine-grained.
Sheng Lingyuan's heartfelt response was instinctual reaction. After speaking, he himself also responded: "... what do you mean by fine points?"
"'Fine points' means ..." Xuan Yuan explained for a moment, confused, and confused, and finally got together into a sentence, "My crumble."
Sheng Lingyuan hadn't learned the word "collapse", so various ancient texts on his side rang out one after another, and there seemed to be a few ancient nursery rhymes.
At this time, Ping Qianru finally pulled out the first-aid kit on the plane, trot back all the way, and said incoherently: "How is it? Director, I have not used this first-aid kit before. Why is it urgent?"
"Hmm ... First of all, please give me a wet tissue." Xuan Yuan raised her injured hand and showed her, only a light white mark was left on the wound, "and then told me This carpet reimbursement bureau is reimbursed, right? "
Ping Qian looked at his hand dullly.
Xuan Yuan said dryly: "I'm sorry, you're late and you can't see the last side of it."
Ping Qianru had a total of two business trips with the new boss. The first time he thundered, the fire blew up, and finally blew up the building. The second time he went to the place and was full of blood. I also think this temporary worker boss is a Disaster star. Everyone is special, and the disaster star is particularly "special," and understandably, so he readily accepted Xuan Yuan's weird wounds and helped him clean up the blood.
Xuan Yuan repeatedly did some mechanical scrubbing work, while Sheng Lingyuan slammed Jing Ziji back and forth several times, and the two finally calmed down.
Xuan Yuan sent Ping Qianru, "please" out of the seat, looked out the small window, stared at the vast sea of ​​clouds, and said to Sheng Lingyuan, "I said senior, do you have any other ideas? "
Sheng Lingyuan said briefly: "Let me out."
Xuan Yuan: "I want to let it go too. I don't even know how you get in."
This is the truth. At this point, it doesn't make much sense for them to not tell the truth.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Broken Sword."
"I can see that you are not afraid of dying," Xuan Yuan said, "This is my natal sword. People are here with the sword. Even if I'm willing to smash it, I don't know how to smash it unless we kill ourselves together."
Sheng Lingyuan didn't say anything, thinking, "That's better than that."
Xuan Yuan: "If you want to kill yourself, I don't, I haven't lived enough."
Sheng Lingyuan wanted to be "self-conscious", but unfortunately, he had no choice but to follow him, and heard that prospective graduate student Yang Chao who had slipped back to his seat was "humming" endorsement.
"Emperor Qiwu Shengxiao is a famous politician and military strategist in our history ... uh ... what else is there?" He opened the book and glanced at, "Oh, reformer-Qiwu Emperor Shengxiao, He is a famous reformer, military strategist, and thinker in our history ... "
Xuan Yuan: "Hey, isn't it a politician?"
Yang Chao rolled his slender glasses and glanced at him: "... politician, reformer, thinker ..."
Xuan Yuan began to doubt the moisture of this so-called "encyclopedia": "Aren't you the first time to read‘ politicians, militarists, and reformers'?

Yang Chao opened the book and glanced over his back, his mouth barely moving.
Xuan Ye ’s heart was like a colander, he did n’t dare to think about anything, and he did n’t have much talk with the big devil who wanted to die, so he decided to
recruit cats and dogs
. He extended his arms and pulled away. After reviewing the information in Yang Chao ’s hand:
Oh, we are almost there. You just memorized the second paragraph-no, Comrade Xiao Yang, did you just memorize the words of level 4 or 6 for half a year, and finally only knew ' "Abandon's passerby."
"Nonsense," Yang Chao blushed with a thick neck and retorted, "I once carried‘ abyss ’!

He said, grabbing one of his review materials, the plane broadcasted a reminder that he was about to land, Yang Chao's elbow hit the small bar, and he got into the muscles, and the review materials flew out, spread out facing up--
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