Chapter 390 Lord’s Sword

Author: Shui Qianche

[Nightmare]'s treacherous wings are already fragile and can only carry people off the ground. Now they need to be able to fly quickly, and they also need to be able to resist and attack. Isn't this a embarrassment?

The disciples of Cuixia Valley have no words of suffering, but they dare not complain out loud for the resentment in their hearts.

"...I can't do it anymore." A certain Cuixia Valley disciple who was struck by another arrow turned pale. His spiritual power was almost exhausted. He fell in panic. He reached out and wanted to ask for help from his fellow disciples, but his fellow disciples were too busy to take care of themselves. How could they care about his life or death?

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The blue fish's eyes were desperate, just like a dying butterfly.

The Night Travelers watched silently, without saying a word, and secretly thought in their hearts: These guys will have their performance points deducted.

Seeing that the ghost talkers on the ground were already excited and wanted to pick him up, Lan Yu tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power but it was still useless. He looked in the direction of Mi Feixue.

Coincidentally, Mi Feixue also glanced at him, seeming to be very dissatisfied with his performance.

Before Lan Yu could react, he felt the wings of the strange energy behind him trembling, and the strange energy spontaneously stabilized him.

The blue fish was stunned.

I have only heard of Qigui taking advantage of the scheming master's weakness to attack him, but I have never heard of Qicui taking the initiative to use himself to protect the scheming master.

And the current situation is indeed his [Nightmare] protecting himself.

Blue Fish truly felt Qigui's strong support.

The crafty wing behind it is extremely unstable.

Before he could figure it out, Guanyi couldn't hold on anymore, and his body fell down. At the critical moment, a hand stretched out from beside him to hold him.

Lanyu turned around and saw Meng Tingchun.

"you……"

Meng Tingchun said: "Gathering spirits."

The blue fish shut up and obeyed silently.

Meng Tingchun's behavior seemed to attract Mi Feixue's attention.

Nearly half of the arrows Mi Feixue shot next surrounded her.

Meng Tingchun had someone in his hand and had to avoid it several times.

Lanyu could feel the danger even more in her hands, and secretly cursed Mi Feixue in her heart for being despicable and shameless. She was trying to make things worse by catching Meng Tingchun and herself in a bad state.

Finally, the training was over. Mi Feixue put away her bow and arrows and turned around. The night tour envoy next to her was recording the performance of each Cuixia Valley disciple. She was about to report a few words to Mi Feixue when she saw Mi Feixue suddenly speeding up and walking in one direction.

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The night traveler took advantage of the situation and saw a strange female spiritual master standing there. When he was confused, he saw the female spiritual master smiling and arranging Mi Feixue's forehead, which brought happiness to his soul.

On the other side, the Cuixia Valley disciples all fell to the ground weakly.

Lanyu asked Meng Tingchun concernedly: "How are you?"

Meng Tingchun shook his head.

"This injury will recover soon if you give Qi Gui some good food." Shen Xiaoyun came over and said enviously to Meng Tingchun: "His Highness is so kind to you."

Lanyu almost thought that she heard wrongly. Is it good for her to stare at Meng Tingchun and scream?

Shen Xiaoyun noticed the look in his eyes and guessed what he was thinking, and immediately turned cold, "You have never seen His Highness kill four stars with one arrow, and you don't know how much His Highness cherishes his personal sparring."

Only when Mi Feixue is present for sparring, there will never be any monsters going berserk and backlash, and the Night Travelers can confidently and boldly break through their limits.

Shen Xiaoyun refused to explain carefully to Lan Yu, and looked at Meng Tingchun again, "Anyway, you cherish me so much, I'm leaving."

Meng Tingchun was thoughtful and looked in the direction of Mi Feixue, only to see her and her leaving figure.

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Mi August took out the scalpel tool made by Meng Luo.

Mi Feixue looked at it curiously, and immediately recognized that the material of the scalpel was the same as his own general's bow. She wanted to touch it but was worried about making a mistake.

Mi August laughed and handed it to her.

The wooden scalpel, which looks inconspicuous on the surface, looks more like a toy in the boy's hands.

Mi August smiled and said: "The general's bow is made of the same main material as yours."

Mi Feixue blinked.

Mi August smiled and said: "I haven't picked a name yet, baby, would you like to help me pick one?"

Mi Feixue's eyes brightened significantly, and then she lowered her head and used a scalpel to write on the table.

After Mi August read what she wrote, he glanced at Mi Feixue in surprise.

"Master." Mi August read out the name she wrote.

Mi Feixue nodded.

Hand the scalpel back to Mi August.

Mi August seemed to understand what the little guy was thinking.

When she chose the name "General Bow", she didn't think deeply about it. She just thought that Mi Feixue had a dream of being a general and thought the name was majestic.

Now there is this set of magical weapons that she named [The Lord's Sword]. With the combination of the two, it is not difficult to guess the deeper emotions of this child.

Mi August reached out and pulled Mi Feixue onto his lap and sat down.

Mi Feixue was obviously a little confused.

During this period, she grew rapidly, her nutrition kept up with her height, and she grew taller quickly. She was rarely sat on Mi August's lap like a child, and she couldn't sit in Mi August's arms like before.

It's just that my tendency to blush easily when I'm embarrassed remains the same as before, and I look shy and well-behaved.

Mi August said: "Feixue, you and I are not monarchs and ministers. We are family members. There is no need to distinguish between high and low status."

"If you name this set of magical instruments [Lord Lord], then it will be called [Lord Lord]. It is said that the king establishes the court and directs the military to all directions. I will take it as you telling me that in the future, I must remember the way of the king and be open-minded.

Plan everything and better protect the people and things around you."

Mi August's tone was gentle, he smiled and patted the shoulder of the girl on his lap, patiently teaching and encouraging: "You who are in charge of the [General] are my most powerful and trustworthy spear and backing. Everything I have planned is

I’ll leave it to you to guard it.”

Mi Feixue forgot her shyness. Her gray eyes widened with brilliance. She clasped her hands together tightly in excitement and nodded vigorously.

Mi August laughed.

In fact, she has seen Mi Feixue's efforts these days.

The little guy couldn't speak, but he kept helping her silently in his own way.

His Highness's status was established by Zuo Si's words, "Little Son of God".

Mi Feixue has been fulfilling the responsibilities of a highness, but has not enjoyed the privileges of a highness.

She could obviously stay behind the Si Ye Mansion and do nothing, but she took the initiative to do tasks as the first batch of night tour envoys, went to the night tour class to take exams, and did not miss any of the tasks assigned by Shenyin, including going to the training camp in person just now

Disciples of Cuixia Valley.

Mi August always remembers how the child in her arms lacked love and felt insecure at first. Whenever she was around, the little kid's eyes and figure would always follow her closely. If anyone took away her attention, she would get entangled.

sad.

To say that I have become less clingy now that I have grown up? It would be better to say that I am more sensible.

How could anyone not love and care for such a child who is so sensible and wholeheartedly admires and trusts you?

"It just so happens that I have to go on a long trip during this period, and the family here will be taken care of by the baby." Mi August said his movements seriously.

Mi Feixue's excitement at being recognized was like being poured down by a basin of cold water, and she couldn't hide the momentary grievance, depression, loss and other emotions.

Mi August was amused and flipped the mini random door pendant that she had been hanging around her neck.

Mi Feixue realized later that there was any door, and Mi August could come back at any time no matter how far away the door was.

She grabbed Mi August's hand and expressed concern with her eyes.

"Don't worry." Mi August said, "Nothing will happen."

The reason why she came here specifically to explain this to Mi Feixue was actually because this trip was no different than usual. Even if there were any doors that could allow her to travel back and forth between the two places at any time, she planned to go to Danlai, the Yang Vein Realm this time.
Chapter completed!