The long-lost murderous aura coursed through his body, and Mu Yingshan felt as if his body was about to be torn apart, trembling slightly.
The source of the murderous aura was actually this fragile girl.
Mu Yingshan suddenly thought about it.
He is Yuan Qingli's prop, just a prop, just like the spiritual stone treasures that can be thrown away and given away casually in his world.
Even if he resists, she seems to have the right to use her sword.
No matter how high he was once and worshiped by thousands of swords, now he is just an accessory to the props.
He looked at the long sword that was about to be broken in the next second, feeling shocked and hopeless.
He didn't expect that with Yuan Qingli's mortal power, he could...
Ping bang.
The long sword fell to the ground, and the white shoes stepped on it a few times, and then Yuan Qingli's displeased voice came.
"A waste of my energy."
The sound is getting closer. The long sword was picked up and flew out like a parabola, flying steadily towards Muying Mountain without leaning to one side.
At this moment, Mu Yingshan, who was freed from all the shackles, hurriedly caught it. He didn't know what to say, and finally squeezed out two words awkwardly.
"Thank you."
This is the first sword given to him by his master, and it is also his natal sword. Extremely precious.
"Anyway, the shoes have been damaged. Next, each of you will protect me with a sword!" Yuan Qingli cast a cold gaze at him.
She took off her mask and felt a little disgusted, "The insole really stinks, I won't replace it."
Hualulu, who witnessed the whole process, quickly put away her stunned expression and smiled sweetly: "Sister, you are so big-hearted. If my pet disobeys me, I might kill him."
"What you said makes sense." Yuan Qingli nodded and smiled, as if Shura's expression just now was just an illusion.
She paused, and the corners of her soft eyes raised slightly: "But I prefer to have a backrest, so that when I lie down, I want to lie down comfortably and peacefully."
This goes back and forth, you talk back to me every word, and no one gives in.
Hualulu didn't want to make trouble for herself anymore. She glanced at Bo Zijin, who was about to finish repairing the insoles, even though his brows were knitted into a "Sichuan" shape and his hands were moving continuously.
Look behind you again. Lu Xingyun's expression was dull, and the light in his eyes was slightly dim, like an exquisite doll placed in the window.
Hualulu showed a cute smile: "Sister, time is almost over. Make a decision quickly. Sign a contract with me and I can let you pass the customs."
"Why are you so obsessed with me?" Yuan Qingli raised her eyelids.
Before Hualulu could answer, she spoke again: "You want to find someone to take your place and become the new animal trainer. Is it because of you that you will never be able to leave here?"
Hualulu: "You guessed it right, but it's not right either."
Yuan Qingli did not ignore the disgust and intolerance in her eyes.
"Sister, you should also think about your two teammates. If you don't agree to sign the contract, they may... become members of my garden."
Her smile became brighter and brighter, "As long as you sign, I promise that you three will leave together safe and sound."
"No way, do you think I am a philanthropist?" Yuan Qingli said in surprise, pointing casually.
"Those two people are just my temporary partners, not friends. I will only care about my own life and death. Even if they turn into frogs, they have nothing to do with me. There is no need to threaten me."
Hualulu's expression cracked for a moment. how come? She observed that Yuan Qingli and the other two people had a good understanding of each other and the cooperation was very pleasant.
They were talking, laughing, punching people, and singing along as if they had known each other for many years.
Tell her now that they are not familiar with each other, and she won’t believe it!
