Xuanhuan: I am the bad luck villain

With a creak, the door slowly opened. Qin Shou, who was practicing with his eyes closed, opened his eyes helplessly.

"What are you doing here again, boy?"

Qin Yu, who secretly showed half of his head at the door, had a shy smile on his face when he heard this, and walked in from the door with his hands behind his back.

"Isn't it okay to be idle, let's come and see you."

"You want to drive that woman away again? As I said, it's useful for me to keep her."

"No, no, in fact, I suddenly felt recently that Zhao Mengya is pretty good to keep. Although she is a little straight-headed, she has a lot of abilities."

After dawdling in front of Qin Shou, Qin Yu suddenly raised his eyebrows, with a bright smile on his face.

"By the way, dad, do you have any weapons you can take advantage of?"

This sudden question made Qin Shou slightly taken aback, his eyes were very strange.

"It's not that you haven't practiced the sword technique of Tuling. You use blood to control the sword. Everything in the world is a magic weapon. What do I need a weapon for?"

"You can't say that, we people in the Jianghu are walking outside, how can we not have decent weapons! You don't have one, right? Coincidentally, no! I have it! I'll give you one!"

Excitedly, he took out the sword hidden behind his back, and Qin Yu cheerfully handed it to Qin Shou.

Looking at the weapon sent in front of him, Qin Shou frowned, and looked at the weapon for a while under Qin Yu's excited eyes.

It's just that the more you look at it, the weirder Qin Shou's eyes become.

The blade is sharp, but it's a pity that the edges and corners are not good.

There are many patterns, but it also destroys the structure.

How should I say this sword, the decorative function is definitely greater than the practical use.

Can this be considered a magic weapon?Just go to the treasure house of the Qin family... No!Just go to the armory to pick up a weapon, it will be ten times more practical than this!
Qin Shou, who frowned, looked up at his son, looking at his excited expression, the question that was already on his lips suddenly stopped, and immediately changed to praise after half a second of silence.

"Yes, the sword has the shape of a god, it is extremely sharp, and it has the style of a famous master. It must have been made by some master. Since you are willing to give it to me, the old man will accept it."

Although he didn't know the origin of this sword, just looking at Qin Yu's expression at this time, Qin Shou knew that he definitely valued this sword.

That being the case, Qin Shou, who is an old man himself, naturally couldn't say anything depressing at this time.

After all, it doesn't cost anything to say good things.

Qin Shou's words instantly made Qin Yu smile and wave his hands happily.

"The master is not considered a master, and he just left his apprenticeship. I just said that my forging skills are good, but the woman insists that I have no form! Hmph! I'll go to her to discuss it!"

Excitedly turned around, Qin Yu pushed the door and ran away.

Watching him go away, Qin Shou couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

It's just that this smile didn't last long, and gradually disappeared.

Standing where he was, touching the sword in his hand, Qin Shou sighed deeply.

Following the casting of the body with dragon blood, not only did he successfully break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he even obtained the green dragon arm, becoming the legendary son of luck.

Qin Shou understands that his future will be limitless.

And all of this was brought by his youngest son.

Most of the precious green dragon blood was swallowed up by him, and all the opportunities that should belong to him were taken away by him.

Now I don't have to worry about longevity, but what about him?This kid's talent is not even as good as his own. Could it be that he really wants to let a white-haired person give a black-haired person?

Letting out a long sigh, Qin Shou grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, gently stroked the blade with the other, and groaned softly.

"As soon as you enter the fairyland and play the role of the Dragon Teng, your family love will eventually turn into scales... Cultivating immortals, immortals..."

Qin Shou, with a little downcast in his eyes, unconsciously exerted force on his palms.

As a result, in the next second, there was a sudden bang in his ear.

The ornately carved sword in his hand had the tip broken off by him.

Seeing this scene, the worried expression on Qin Shou's face froze instantly.

Before he could react to what was going on, the door was suddenly knocked open again.

Qin Shou, who heard the movement, was extremely fast, and almost reflexively hid the sword behind his back.

And Qin Yu, who ran in from the door, looked at him excitedly.

"Father! I want to ask you something! Is there any room for improvement in my forging process?"

"Ah? No, no more! Your forging technique has reached its peak, and there is no room for improvement!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, the old man can still lie to you."

"That's good! I'll go back and forge a few more!"

There was another bang, the door closed, and Qin Yu happily disappeared in front of the door.

Only Qin Shou was left with a stiff smile on his face, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Before he could hang down the sword behind his back, the door that had just been closed was pushed open again. This Qin Shou hurriedly stood up straight in fright, and the sword that had just dropped stood up again.

However, it was not Qin Yu who came in this time, but a man with a veil on his face.

"My lord, there is a situation."

Hearing the man's words and seeing the man's appearance clearly, Qin Shoumeng rolled his eyes, turned around and walked to the seat with the sword in his hand.

"Next time, don't come in so silently."

"Yes!"

"what's the situation?"

"Second Young Master is contacting a large number of children of the Qin family. It seems that he wants to talk to them about something. There should be some big move."

"This is not beyond the old man's expectations. Most of the power in his hands has been lost. Many forces that cooperated with him have also cut off contact with the current affairs. He has only resisted until now. To be honest, this is somewhat beyond the old man's expectations. gone."

Sitting on the grand master's chair with a sword in his hand, Qin Shou looked at the man with one of the twelve stars in his blood eyes below, his voice gradually lowered.

"But no matter what little tricks he makes, the old man doesn't care, or the old man really wants to see what tricks this kid can pull off. Take care to protect Xiaosi. As for the other things, don't worry about it, let them make trouble."

"Yes!"

The man clasped his fists, turned around and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Qin Shou.

Lifting the broken sword in his hand, Qin Shou gave a slight signal.

"By the way, take it to the craftsman's department and ask the craftsmen to make a better-looking scabbard for it. Be careful when making the scabbard. This sword...er...isn't very strong."

"As ordered!"

Holding the sword in both hands, the man turned and left.

Qin Shou leaned on his face with one hand, and looked out the window expressionlessly.

If this son honestly surrenders his power, Qin Shou can make him a stable and rich man for the rest of his life.

With the identity of his own son, in the territory of Tianlong City, anyone who sees him must avoid him.

But if he is unwilling to hand over his power and has to seek his own death...

"Damn, I've already laid out the way of life here, which way to go, how to choose, you decide for yourself."