Picked a Killer as My Wife

"Now that the sword is in hand, it seems that we will be able to exchange for Xiaolong and Aqiu soon." Li Tian said with relief.

"Qiao Zhi, you can quickly ask the Ouyang family to see if they have found a clue to the Yuwen family!"

"Also tell them that Xuanyuanjian has already gotten it...If they contact the Yuwen family, I hope to negotiate as soon as possible." But after listening to Li Tianzhe's instructions, Chen Qiaozhi said.

Chen Qiaozhi nodded, and then quickly ran towards the main hall of the Ouyang family.

After Chen Qiaozhi went to inquire about the news, Li Tian walked into the room with Xuanyuanjian in his hand.

Ghost servants and Duguxie also slowly followed in.

After entering the room, Li Tian slowly opened the sword box with both hands.

Xuanyuan Jian Guo really revealed it.

When the Xuanyuan Sword engraved with ancient patterns was opened, it carried the breath of the king and rushed toward the crowd.

Touching the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him, there was always a weird feeling.

On the contrary, the Duguxie and the ghost servant didn't seem to have much interest in Xuanyuan Sword. The two of them simply glanced at it and didn't say much.

"Ghost servant, why do you all seem to be unhappy one by one?" Li Tian suddenly noticed the ghost servant and Duguxie in front of him, and not only asked there.

But seeing the ghost servant smiled bitterly.

"Young Master, it's not that we are unhappy, but because we saw this sword and remembered the original thing..."

Hearing what the ghost servant said, Li Tian suddenly realized.

Yes, his father had obtained this Xuanyuan sword more than 20 years ago.

Of course the ghost servants and Duguxie at that time had seen this sword with their father... Now when they saw this sword again, of course they would think of their father, no wonder they were sad.

Li Tian thought for a while, put away the Xuanyuan sword in front of him, raised his eyes to look at Duguxie and the ghost servant and said, "Don't worry! I believe my father is definitely not dead yet... He must be alive. "

"Yeah!" The ghost servant and Duguxie also uttered a word.

Duguxie watched Li Tian inadvertently put the Xuanyuan sword in his hand aside, and said, "Young Master, put this sword away properly...Don't lose it!"

"If it is lost, then it will be a little trouble for the Yuwen family that will not be simple at that time, when the time comes, I believe that many hidden monsters will come out one by one to fight for him."

Li Tian nodded, and slowly put the Xuanyuan sword in his hand into the sword box on the other side, and then put it away.

Inside a weird room, but there was a strong smell of alcohol in it.

In the blink of an eye, in the rather messy room, there are piles of empty wine bottles, all of which are extremely high-grade spirits.

Those who live in such a room know at a glance that it must be a drunkard's room, and it must be a desperate drunkard.

Looking ahead, I saw a chubby, slightly bloated old man lying on a shabby sofa, asleep.

The old man's face was red, his hair was sparse like straw, and what's more terrible was that this guy was spraying heavy alcohol in his mouth.

There are piles of empty wine bottles on the table next to it... 56 degrees old white dry spirits!

There are 67 bottles in total, empty bottles.

Could it be said that this chubby old guy drank all these wines? Too terrible.

The old man’s attire is very strange, like that of a minority ethnic group. What’s even more strange is that there is a wine gourd hanging on the old man’s waist.

What kind of alcoholic is this old guy? It's so drinkable?

But no matter who he is, he is definitely a talent who wants to drink.

It was just such a room full of strong wine smell, and suddenly a purple shadow from the window floated in, like a gust of wind.

The speed was as fast as lightning, and when he fell in the room, he didn't even make a sound.

You can see how pure his kung fu is.

Who is he?

Looked carefully, but saw that he was wearing a purple robe all over his body, and there was a hideous sword mark on his handsome face with a sharp sword.

This guy... isn't this guy the same horror figure who has been following Chen Qiaozhi and them just now? How come here suddenly?

After this strange and indifferent man floated in, his star-like face suddenly wrinkled slightly, as if he was extremely disgusted with this alcohol-filled room.

"Xuanyuanjian was really born..." Suddenly a cold word came out of his mouth without any emotion.

Is he talking to himself? Or is he talking to someone else? Is it... Is it that drunk chubby old man?

After a pause of about a few seconds, the old man who was lying on the broken sofa snoring like a pig fell asleep, his mouth full of alcohol suddenly snorted in his mouth.

Then he slowly opened those fluffy eyes... bloated and ugly, he got up from the sofa, as if he was struggling.

"Good, good, good!"

Three words came out of the chubby old drunkard.

He spoke with a red smile on his face.

Whoosh!

No one could see clearly how he lifted his hand. Suddenly, a bottle of white wine, about three meters away, came into his hand. The only thing he could see was a shadow flashing away. !

Gosh!

Who could have imagined that this old drunkard who seemed to be easy to get up from the sofa was so agile, so agile to an incredible level.

After the bottle of spirits reached his hand, he stretched out his hand and twisted it slightly, and the bottle cap fell to the ground.

He raised his head and started to drink.

This old drunkard was drinking just like drinking water... a bottle of wine went into his belly for half of it all at once.

"Hey...this wine is not as good as my fire wine!"

The old drunkard suddenly sighed and said, then he glanced at the wine gourd he was hanging around his waist with his eyes full of satisfaction, and suddenly he smiled and said, "It's still my own baby."

This old drunkard looked a little crazy, and I don’t know if it was because of being drunk, or because he was so crazy, but the indifferent man standing beside him didn’t say a word all the time, as if he didn’t even bother to talk He was talking.

"When do you do it?" Suddenly a sentence finally came out of the chubby old drunkard.

The indifferent man in purple clothes standing beside said coldly, "Soon."

"Yeah! Good too..."

"I heard that the famous Duguxie, and the shadow ghost servant are all born, right?" The old drunkard in front of him suddenly smiled strangely, and he continued to look at the purple-clothed man with his mouth spraying alcohol.

"Yes!"

"Wow!"

"Then there will be a good show...hehe." The drunkard suddenly laughed strangely.

What are they talking about? What does it mean? No one knows it yet.