Chapter 135 Give You A Small Gift

Seeing that when it was time to eat, King Chu Yan prepared the meal, carried it on a big tray, and hung the knife on his waist; Shi Shiran walked into the secret passage and asked for a kiss.

Cough cough, Mo Qingwu's sweet kiss at this age is certainly not very sexy, but, hehe... King Chu Yan doesn't care...

Mo Qingwu in the secret room had already waited desperately. It has to be said that sealing a lively and cute little girl of this age in this kind of secret passage is simply a kind of cruelty!

Although the lighting in the secret room is good and the lights are bright; but after all, the sun is not visible. And children... Which three don't like to be lively?

Mo Qingwu was in more pain here; because of Mo Chengyu's injury, he had to use his kung fu to heal his injuries every day; generally at the level of a king-level master, he was rarely injured, but once injured, it was extremely difficult to heal.

What's more, it was an internal injury like Mo Chengyu who almost died?

He meditated for a period of time, and only when his internal breath had accumulated a little, he began to shake his internal organs, shaking up the congestion in his body, and sprayed it out from his mouth; and then continued to heal the shocking injury just now...

Extremely troublesome.

Only when the blood stasis is completely free from the fate of the Immortal Mansion, the internal organs and six internal organs are completely restored to normal, and the meridians are completely unobstructed, can it be considered a complete recovery...

"Ah, Brother Chu Yang, you're here!" Mo Qingwu spotted Chu Yang, her eyes lit up, and she almost rushed in, almost jumping into his arms.

"Uh, wait a minute... my brother still has some food in his hand.

"At this moment, Chu Yang extremely blamed the tray of food in his hand.

If it weren't for these things, wouldn't he be able to hold the soft, soft and fragrant body that he had dreamed of for a few laps?

After finally putting down the food, Mo Qingwu has already cautiously approached him: "Brother Chu Yang, can you spend a little more time with Xiao Wu today? Xiao Wu is here by herself, so pitiful..."

"Okay, okay..." Chu Yang agreed repeatedly, feeling extremely heartbroken. Well, even if it's an important matter, let's put it aside for the time being, and watch my little Qingwu feel wronged.

"Dinner is ready?" Following the voice, Mo Chengyucha walked over from the secret room on the other side.

Mo Chengyu is a good friend. What Chu Yang cares about is just a little Mo Qingwu, for a king-level master like himself, he doesn't even care about the fate of the Immortal Mansion..."... If he came out late,

That would really make you hungry!

This guy never knew how to respect the old and the virtuous. Well, at this point, Mo Chengyu felt a little tangled and wanted to commit suicide. So depressing!

Even if it is three days in the middle school, which big family would I go to, and which family would not be very polite towards my cultivation as a king-level master? Eat, drink, and take anything with you before you leave...

But in this kid's place, he has fallen to the point where he is loved every day, and if he is not careful, he will have nothing to eat! But... this is simply unreasonable!

Since living here, Mo Chengyu found that he had changed a lot. At least the meal is on time. If you smell the aroma of the food, if you don't run here quickly, then you will be left with leftovers waiting for you. This is when the treatment is good, and when the treatment is not good, you will be hungry...

Moreover, a little martial artist actually shouted at him... Uh? Musha? Mo Chengyu was taken aback by himself in disbelief: This guy was only a warrior when he first came here, why is it that he has only been a worker for two or three days... a warrior?

Why is his cultivation speed so fast?

"Since we're here, let's eat together." Chu Yang's tone seemed to be giving Mo Chengyu a great favor.

"Uh, thank you, thank you... Thank you so much..." As soon as Mo Chengyu said these words, he almost wanted to slap himself! ***, how can I be worse than a beggar? To be so grateful to be allowed to eat at the table together?

Is this still a king-level expert? Is this still me? For a king-level expert to reach his level, it would be better to kill him head-on...

"Uh, do you have any wine?" In order to redeem his dignity as a "king-level master," Mo Chengyu asked with a straight face, very majestic.

"There is no fate in the Immortal Mansion." Chu Yang did not lift his head: "Come on, Xiao Wu, taste this, taste that..."

"How can we eat without the Fate of Immortal Mansion wine?" Mo Chengyu stared.

"Would you like to eat it or not! I begged you to eat it? It's good if you don't eat it, save a portion!", Chu Yang, who cares what kind of king-level master you are? Not the slightest bit of politeness. He reached out and was about to bring the rice bowl in front of Mo Chengyu.

"Don't, don't...you can do it without alcohol, cough cough, I'm injured now, and I can't drink...you should think about me..." Mo Dawangzuo immediately gave in, protecting the bowl of white rice with both hands. He gave a reason, but the tone of his speech seemed to be begging... because King Chu Yan was holding the rice bowl with two fingers and pulling it out...

The ancient lonely upload.

"Are you still drinking?" King Chu Yan took the time to pinch his rice bowl. If he tried harder, his rice bowl would become broken...

"No more, no more... the food is delicious." Mo Chengyu hugged his rice bowl pitifully, and kept blinking: Ancestor, you don't know how to save me some face in front of Miss...

"Pfft...hahaha..." Mo Qingwu, who was burying her head in the soup, suddenly raised her head, couldn't help but burst out laughing, and then coughed while laughing, holding her stomach and screaming for pain.

Both Chu Yang and Mo Chengyu looked like soup, one by one

"Brother Chu Yang is really good. Uncle Cheng Yu is famous for his alcoholism in the family. Aunt Cheng Yu fought with him countless times for drinking, but he still drank endlessly." Mo Qingwu Worshipingly said: "But when Brother Chu Yang came here, Uncle Cheng Yu actually stopped drinking..."

Mo Chengyu wiped off the vegetable soup on his face, leaving a disheveled face, thinking bitterly: I have to bow my head under the eaves; when I recover from my injury, let's see how I can treat this guy!

"That's right, because your Uncle Cheng Yu is a grown-up son. When you're sensible, you won't drink anymore. Be good." Chu Yang said softly, "Drinking is not good. When Xiaoqi grows up, he can't drink too... "

He remembered that Mo Qingwu in his previous life also loved the thing in the cup; he often used wine to relieve his sorrows...

"I don't drink it!" Mo Qingwu blinked her big eyes: "It's bitter and spicy, what's good to drink; I like to drink Tianli juice..."

"Ahem..." Chu Yang choked and coughed repeatedly.

Heavenly pear juice... This kind of high-grade fruit of Lou Qi Peiyuan will not be seen in the next three days, but Mo Qingwu actually uses it to squeeze the juice every day...

"My family has a pear garden." Mo Qingwu's words made Chu Yang's cough worse. Mo Chengyu laughed heartily at the side, very relieved, and finally saw your kid make an embarrassment once.

After a meal, Mo Chengyu will immediately go back to practice kung fu to heal his injuries.

"You will leave later; there is something else to do." Chu Yang said; to give Mo Qingwu this knife, of course someone must be watching and know how to do it; Mo Chengyu is the right candidate! If no one knows and let Mo Qingwu play casually with it, I'm afraid there will be no destiny for the Immortal Mansion once it is taken out...

"What's the matter?" Mo Chengyu turned around.

"I found a gift for Xiao Wu, and I need you to be a witness." Chu Yang looked at him and said slowly.

"What gift?" Mo Chengyu wanted to say, "What kind of gift actually needs a witness? But when he saw Chu Yang's serious face, he immediately knew that this gift was probably not trivial.

If it was an ordinary gift, Chu Yang would have pushed him aside long ago to coax the young lady to be happy...

This gift seems to be of great importance, at least it needs to be guarded by oneself, and it is best to report it to the head of the family! As a king-level expert, Mo Chengyu is a fool? He understood as soon as he thought about it.

Turning around, sitting on the seat cautiously. This attitude is also a respect for Chu Yang.

"Brother Chu Yang, what gift?" Mo Qingwu tilted her head, looking left and right at Chu Yang's body: "Xiao Wu likes celebrating birthdays the most, and every time she celebrates her birthday, she receives many gifts..."

Chu Yang laughed, and cleared the table; then he untied the Xingmeng Qingwu Knife from his waist, and solemnly placed it on the table.

"This knife is so ugly." Mo Qingwu wrinkled her little nose, looking at the tattered scabbard, she really didn't like it.

But Mo Chengyu knows the goods. Seeing that the scabbard is so rusty, he knows that it must be a rare antique; he couldn't help asking: "This is it?"

"I don't know. This was when I was in Tianwailou. One day the mountain collapsed, and I discovered this by accident." Chu Yang said solemnly: "A peerless sword!",

"Oh? The peerless sword?" Mo Chengyu was a little terrified; with Chu Yang's character, to be able to say such a thing, is this sword really special?

Chu Yang stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife. The next moment, with a swipe sound, the long knife came out of its sheath!

Immediately, the entire secret room was filled with a dreamlike red light.

In Chu Yang's hand, the knife seemed to have a soul, shining brightly, and in this hazy, dreamlike red light, there were even a little bit of starlight twinkling, making the knife even more like a fairy The weapons are ordinary, and the clouds are lingering.

The light flickered for a while before the blade could be seen clearly.

The arc is soft and beautiful, no matter which position of the blade, it is just right! Even the top craftsman masters will definitely not be able to pick out the slightest problem!

A lady's knife! But it is the kind of knife that every chivalrous woman dreams of...

The beauty of this knife is indescribable and indescribable!

No matter who it is, the first time they see this knife, they will definitely be conquered by this knife!

"Hiss..." Mo Chengyu fell down sharply; seeing Chu Yang's solemnity, he knew that this saber must be no small matter, but he didn't have the fate of the immortal mansion to think that it was such a peerless sword!

"Wow! What a beautiful knife!", Mo Qingwu clapped her little hands, her eyes were full of liking; the first time she saw this knife, Xiao Luo was completely attracted.

"I'll cut an iron apple for you." Chu Yang smiled at Mo Qingwu, took out a round iron lump from his bosom, stuck the red blade on it, and turned it slowly...

"Don't hurt this knife... huh?!", Mo Chengyu was completely dumbfounded after only saying a word: circles of thin iron sheets, shining with the unique light of iron, shot from the iron ball. Bit by bit recording...just like peeling an apple!

Cut iron like mud!

It turned out not only to be good-looking, but also a treasured knife that cuts iron like mud!