Beauty's personal servant

The man's eyes are extremely sharp, just like a sharp sword, stabbing people's mind.

Seeing such eyes, Chen Feng's eyebrows jumped suddenly.

There was a strong sword in his eyes. It can be seen how powerful his understanding of Kendo is. This makes Chen Feng suddenly feel like meeting a bosom friend.

"What's your name!" Chen Feng looked at the slave and said with a light smile.

"Sword dust!" The slave stood up, straight as a sword rising into the sky.

"Sword dust, do you know your situation now!" Chen Feng looked at Jianchen and continued.

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Jianchen's straight body seemed to have been hit hard, and suddenly decayed a lot.

Especially when he saw an exquisite token taken out by Chen Feng, Jianchen's face suddenly became particularly lonely.

This token is a magic weapon to control slaves. It contains a trace of the spirit of the slaves. The person who holds the token, no matter how low his strength is, as long as he refines the token, he can command his slaves to do anything.

Otherwise, the person who refined the token only needs to think about it, and he can torture the slave to death.

At first, the sword dust was too rebellious and didn't eat less of the token. The pain brought by the token is still fresh in his memory.

"I heard that you are a descendant of the ancient sword sect, but is it true?" Seeing that the sword dust was hit, Chen Feng asked with a smile in his eyes.

Sure enough, the sword dust was surprised when Chen Feng asked.

"Yes, I am your slave, but please don't think you can completely control me with this token. When necessary, I would rather deny myself in front of you than reveal the slightest bit of information. " Jianchen gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Feng, hissing and yelling.

At the moment, the sword dust is like a beast that has not been completely domesticated. It seems that it will rush up and bite you at any time.

The smile in Chen Feng's eyes is more sufficient.

He didn't want slaves, but his men. If you are a slave, there must be some servility, which will gradually erase your nature and finally become a obedient task tool. Although this kind of servility will be obedient to you, it is not what Chen Feng likes.

In a series of previous actions, Chen Feng was actually testing how much the nature of Jianchen had lost. What makes Chen Feng happy is that although Jianchen is stained with a little servility these days, it is extremely thin. Just a few more words, this servility will completely disappear.

"Aren't you afraid I'll make you want to die?" Chen Feng said in a relaxed tone, as if letting Jianchen die was a matter of effort.

"What's the fear of death!" Jian Chen said sadly, "if the fallen leaves hadn't imprisoned me all the time, I would have wanted to die."

"As a sword cultivator, you should be upright and upright. You should hold a green blade and go straight up for nine days. But now it's better to die than to become a first-class slave. " Jianchen said here with tears in his eyes.

"What a man who has fought for nine days. He should have such a mind when he is alive!" Chen Feng couldn't help laughing: "sword dust, would you like to be my subordinate, fight with me in this life, and don't give up life and death!"

"What's the difference between asking or not?" Jianchen smiled bitterly: "I'm your slave. What do you want me to do? Just one command. Why bother?"

"No, what Chen Feng wants is not slaves, but loyal men!" Chen Feng said, "my men have their own ideas, opportunities and life. When I need him, he can stand up and fight side by side with me at the first time. When the smoke of gunpowder comes to an end, it's a song about wine, and life is geometric! "

Sword dust listened carefully, his eyes showed a fascination. After becoming a slave, he fantasized about living such a life again all the time. But every time I wake up from my fantasy, it is endless loneliness.

Soon, an anger rose on Jianchen's face: "it's nice to say that you control my slave token, I still have no freedom, I can only be called a slave, not a hand..."

The words of Jianchen stopped suddenly because he was stunned by Chen Feng's actions.

Chen Feng held a token between his hands, which was his slave token.

Then, Chen Feng made a slight effort with his hands, and a pure immortal yuan surged out and squeezed towards the token.

In an instant, the token turns into a pile of debris and floats down from the fingers.

At the same time, a thought suddenly rose in Jianchen's heart: "I'm free!"

When I felt it carefully, I found that all the prohibitions in the original body disappeared with the destruction of the token. In other words, from now on, his sword dust has become a free body again!

"Why?" Jianchen looked at Chen Feng, his eyes full of doubts and questions.

"As I said before, I want my men, not slaves." Chen Feng said faintly, "this is my sincerity!"

Sword dust stood on the spot, his head fell into a blank.

My men have their own ideas, their own opportunities and their own life. When I need him, he can stand up and fight side by side with me at the first time. When the smoke of gunpowder comes to an end, singing to wine is the geometry of life!

Chen Feng's words were replayed over and over in his mind, knocking his heart open bit by bit.

I thought Chen Feng was just talking casually. At this time, he found that what Chen Feng said seemed to be true. Otherwise, why did he destroy the slave token?

"This is my sincerity!"

Chen Feng's words became more and more important in his mind. In the end, they were as loud as a bell.

"Well, if you can take my sword, you are qualified to let me be your servant!" Finally, Jianchen opened his eyes and said solemnly, "how dare you?"

"Why not?" Chen Feng smiled, his face full of calmness and fearlessness: "just put your horse here!"

While talking, Chen Feng has already put on a good posture, waiting for Jianchen to make a move. He also wants to see what kind of means this person who can understand attribute Kendo before the immortal.

"Well, my sword is fierce. Don't blame me if you die!" Sword dust smelled the words, his face sank, and a strong sword spirit suddenly condensed in his hand. The sword Qi congealed in his hands as if he were holding a real sword!

"This sword is called wangukui!" The sword dust coagulated and pondered, and the sword light in his hand flowed and sprinkled a vast curtain of light.

Thousands of miles of battlefield, gold and iron horse, one will be successful, thousands of bones will wither!

Chen Feng stared at the sword coming from his face and couldn't help but flash a surprise in his eyes: "good move, ten thousand bones withered. This is the sword of expedition. It's really fierce!"

Although he said so, Chen Feng's hands kept on, and he also condensed a sword of sword spirit, competing for the front to attack and kill the past!