escape love sign

Chapter 8
"Yaodao, Yaodao," Hua Ya asked, tilting her head, "Why did you fall off the cliff, and why was the young master so eager to find you?"

"I am the precious sword, the precious sword!"

Yaodao yelled in dissatisfaction, but Hua Ya didn't care what it said at all. She held her chin and said to herself: "What exactly does Wuyingxuan do? What is the identity of that young master?"

"Okay, my treasured sword doesn't remember the faults of ugly women, so I'll answer your questions one by one." Yaodao coughed twice.Said: "You must also know the power of this knife. The one who wins the unicorn knife wins the world. All the strong people in the world are vying for this knife, but this knife is tired of the life of fighting and killing. I want to live Idle clouds and wild cranes, the days of wandering around the world..."

"Get to the point!" Hua Ya mercilessly interrupted Yaodao's self-fantasy.

"Uh, that's how it is," Yaodao immediately replied obediently: "This Wuyingxuan is an intelligence organization. The young master has strong martial arts skills and a secret identity. He is honored as the Eleventh Prince by Jianghu."

"Is that young master ugly?" This question is what Hua Ya cares most about.

"Except for his confidantes, no one has seen what he looks like. Perhaps this is more convenient for him to walk in the rivers and lakes. After all, Wuyingxuan is so famous, if his identity is revealed, there will be a lot of inconvenience."

"Is Wuyingxuan famous? Why haven't I heard of it?" Huaya only knows the Baozixuan at the head of the village, and their buns filled with loach are famous in the whole village.

"Of course!" Yaodao was quite disdainful, "How can you, a village girl, hear about the glorious deeds of Eleven Young Masters?"

"Hearing what you said, it seems that you admire that young master very much. If that's the case, why don't you show up!" Hua Ya's eyes sparkled, "A hero must be as majestic as he is wearing a demon sword."

"I said, I am not a demon sword, but a precious sword, a precious sword!"

Yao Dao was about to be blown up by Hua Yaqi, paused for a moment, and said: "The ambition and strength of Eleventh Young Master, even the imperial court has some scruples. If you win me again, it will be like adding wings to a tiger. I don't want to stir up troubles in the world again. It's bloody, and I don't want to let my master live the life of licking blood again."

It's not that it blows, the Qilin knife has participated in more battles than Hua Ya's hair, but since it fell into the hands of an eminent monk, it has somewhat penetrated the principles of Zen and transcended the world.

(End of this chapter)