Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

The servant landed steadily and immediately flew up to snuggle into his arms.

Chi Buwan subconsciously reached out and hugged it, looking down at the longsword in her arms that seemed to be acting coquettishly, and suddenly realized what was happening.

!

How could he have forgotten about his personal attendant!

Although this place is the domain of divine beasts, where all spiritual energy is shielded, Changsui is a divine sword possessing ancient divine power, which is above the divine beast barrier. These clumsy restraints cannot trap it at all.

Not long after, I picked it up and gave it two big kisses.

My darling!

My darling!

How could he forget this precious treasure at such a crucial moment? It could serve as a means of transportation, a bodyguard, and even summon his master or father if they encountered someone he couldn't defeat...

Chi Buwan rubbed his cheek against the sword's blade.

That's his secret weapon!

The hilt of the longsword trembled slightly, emitting a faint buzzing sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.

337:........

Although the host neither spoke nor looked at it, it could still sense his meaning.

Looking back at Xiao Wuli standing behind the host, one could see that his eyes were deep and dark, his black pupils fixed on the host and the clumsy sword.

337 resolutely turned around, pretending not to see.

Since the host thinks it's useless, then it's not useful at all!

Chi Buwan smiled and released his long sleeve, turning to look at Xiao Wuli, who was standing there with his head down, his hands hanging down, clutching the hem of his clothes beside him. His gaze inadvertently swept downwards and glanced at him.

Flat and uneven.

Is it too late?

Dude, one minute?

The message just appeared, but it's gone now?

I took a deep breath of cool air.

Oh no, he really kicked it and broke it.

What used to take an hour and a half now ended in less than a minute.

Now look what's happened! Forget about ten times a night, it could be three hundred times a night, but who would like that?

...Won't he also have to support a wife?!

"roar--!"

Just as Chi Buwan was at a loss, a thunderous roar suddenly rang out, shaking the heavens and the earth.

His body swayed with the ground, and he quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. His field of vision widened, and he noticed the blue sky not far away.

Not Too Late: [Are we out yet?]

337: [No, this is the bottom level of the secret chamber, where the divine beasts usually live.]

The waist-high green grass surged like waves, and a dull thud came from the depths of the grassland. Every step felt like a boulder hitting the ground, but the mythical beast was nowhere to be seen.

Chi Buwan took two steps back, instinctively shielding Xiao Wuli behind him. His brows furrowed, and his long robes, gleaming with cold light, stood before him.

The grass rustled under the heavy hoofbeats, and the pungent smell of mutton washed over our noses like a tide, as the surging waves of green grass drew ever closer.

suddenly!

The dense grass was parted, and a dark figure suddenly pounced out.

"Meow--!"

“Pah!”

The sword flashed like silver lightning. Before Chi Buwan could even see what the beast that pounced on him looked like, it was sent flying like a golf ball being hit by a long-handled follower, tracing a long parabola across the sky.

Then there was no further movement.

Is it too late?

After waiting for a long time without any movement, he finally lifted his foot and started moving.

As if knowing what he was about to do, the servant flew ahead of him and swiftly cut down the waist-high green grass with two sharp swooshes, clearing a long path for him. After doing all this, it flew back and plunged into his arms with a sword.

Chi Buwan's eyebrows curved slightly as he raised his hand to touch the hilt of his sword.

He is indeed suited to be a master; he even teaches swordsmanship so well and intelligently.

337:.........

What kind of magic does the host possess that makes everyone who gets close to him want to be his dog?

Xiao Wuli is one, and so is this sword.

The air around them suddenly turned cold. Without a doubt, 337 turned around and met those cold, dark eyes.

Chi Buwan also felt the cold, and only then did he realize that his collar, which had ripped open with a "rip," had not been straightened. He raised his hand to pull it up, covering the large white patch on his collarbone, and turned to look at Xiao Wuli, who was following behind him with his head down.

After watching for a while, he gently pursed his lips.

He still felt that Xiao Wuli hadn't done it on purpose.

Xiao Wuli was a hot-blooded young man full of vigor, and he knew from reading "Rebellion Against the Heavens" that he had a strong interest in that area and a high sex drive. If he didn't react to the squeezing and rubbing just now, then he was really in trouble.

What's more, from the beginning until now, he has been standing pitifully and helplessly two or three meters away from me, too scared to get closer, looking as if he is afraid that I will get angry.

If I don't try to coax Xiao Wuli now, he might stay like this for the rest of his life.

It's never too late for my heart to soften.

Xiao Wuli's fingers, hanging by his sides, clenched as the person in front of him approached. His breathing gradually softened, the dark look in his eyes slowly faded, his long eyelashes trembled, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him. His eyes were slightly red, his gaze was helpless, and he said in a hoarse voice, "This disciple knows his mistake."

Chi Buwan's right eyebrow involuntarily twitched upward for a moment, her breath caught in her throat for half a second, and she stared blankly at the pitiful person in front of her with her peach blossom eyes. All the messy guesses in her mind were thrown to the back of her mind, and she said to comfort him, "I didn't blame you. Besides, it's a normal phenomenon. There's no need to worry about it."

Xiao Wuli still looked at him with red eyes, looking as pitiful as a puppy abandoned in the rain.

Chi Buwan glanced at him a couple more times, then raised his hand and rubbed his head, saying, "I must praise you. You were able to endure for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn in that environment. If it weren't for you, none of us would have escaped."

Xiao Wuli slowly lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes like butterflies dampened by rain, her voice slightly choked, "Really...really?"

Chi Buwan's brow furrowed in surprise. He remained stunned for two seconds before snapping back to reality. He blinked and regained his senses, his expression gentle yet his tone resolute as he said, "Really."

Xiao Wuli's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt the gentleness of the person in front of him. He dared not look up, afraid that his eyes would reveal the unspeakable flutter in them.

He said in a low voice, "This disciple will never do anything so outrageous again."

I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

See it.

He knew Xiao Wuli hadn't done it on purpose.

Just then, I felt a kick to my calf. I looked down and saw a stray cat, or more accurately, a... gas cylinder.

The wildcat had its back to him and angrily kicked his leg with its hind paws. It wasn't until he saw the green eyes that flashed when it turned its head that he recognized it as the mythical beast that had been chasing them in the secret room.

Is it too late?

Is the mythical beast a stray cat?

The little dumpling scratched its head and said, "To be precise, it's a tiger with horns on its head."

Is it too late?

Isn't it also a big 'cat'?

The mythical beast was still kicking him, complaining and venting its dissatisfaction, but it didn't hurt at all. It was a world of difference from its destructive appearance half an hour ago.

Xiao Wuli caught the stray cat, his lowered black eyes staring at it coldly, the fragile, red-eyed demeanor he had shown in front of his master completely gone.

【Oh, Xuanqi!】 The old man, seeing the exhausted divine power of the old thing, finally stopped playing dead, crawled out of the ring, poked the cat's face, and said, 【Ten thousand years have passed, what happened to you?】

"Meow..."

Before Xuanqi could finish its "meow," the person holding its scruff of the neck suddenly released its grip. If it hadn't reacted quickly and spun around in mid-air, it probably would have fallen to the ground with a thud.

It meowed twice in dissatisfaction.

The old man shook his head and said, "Xuanqi, your good days are yet to come."

He injured his master and almost exposed that brat's intentions; he has no idea how he will die.

It's best to stay by its master's side, otherwise... Xiao Wuli is not good at pretending at all.