A man is a sword

Xue Huanqing turned into a little loli, with big eyes full of tears: "Aren't I not strong enough? I am a thunder attribute sword spirit created by Taoist Zhang Xian himself. Although the power of the sword is reduced, it is still a very powerful sword spirit! Daoist Zhang Xian spent 50 years to build me, the essence of Lei Guangshi, tempered by Yangquan water in the mountains, and polished by extinct star sand..."

"Shut up." Gu Shishui, who is not afraid of anything but the noise, twitched slightly, "You want me to kill you?"

"You want to obliterate me? God is so cruel. I just became conscious, okay? I haven't shown my glory and killed the Quartet, and I haven't found a suitable partner. I have just started my sword life. You are going to put such a cute newborn me How cruel and ruthless it is to obliterate!"

"I've said it all, he is my lover." Gu Shishui opened a classic shooting game called "Thunderbolt", "Although I appreciate your way of looking at people, it doesn't mean that I will tolerate your almost kill him."

So Xue Huanqing had to avoid the dual firepower from the computer and ancient water on the screen.She was still resisting at first, but she couldn't hold back Gushishui's quick operation, and was besieged by heavy artillery fire. She wanted to go back to the spiritual storage power bank to avoid the sharp edge, but Gushishui unplugged the data cable first, and wanted to slip away along the power supply. Discovering that energy can be collected from the outside world, Xue Huanqing thought about it for a while, and immediately stopped leaving.

The free energy scattered throughout the building was absorbed by her efforts, and she fought again.

After fighting for three hours in World War I, Gu Shishui squinted his eyes to see if there were no more sparks flashing on the floor, so he decisively unplugged the power plug and plugged in the power bank.

It is much more convenient and quicker for the sword spirit to absorb energy consciously than to poke the socket with his finger.

Knowing that the safety factor of the spirit storage device is higher than that of a computer, Xue Huanqing slipped into it all at once, with a relieved expression on his face.

In ancient times, the water did not know which button was switched, and the LCD screen changed, and finally turned into a power display, 50.00%.

He took the charging treasure, walked to the kitchen, turned on the microwave oven, put the charging treasure in, and adjusted the time: 3 minutes.Press start.

— nothing happened.

Check the plug, check the power supply, check the settings, everything is normal.

There is only one possibility——he stared at the microwave oven, and in his hand was the elusive hammer: "Now you turn it, I don't move you, you don't turn it...try?"

"My lord!" the microwave oven stammered, and it was a thick male voice, "My lord, please spare me!"

"Ok?"

The microwave oven stammered and said: "My lord, the power bank will explode when it is heated." Such a high-energy power bank will definitely cause an explosion. The key point is that the explosion is in its stomach. dead body, it is very likely that there is not even a piece of iron left.

He didn't dare to strike up a conversation with Bai Gu. Bai Gu not only had a murderous aura, but also a deadly aura. In ancient times, Shui had no murderous aura, so he dared to say a few words.Especially for life-threatening matters, if you don't speak, you will have no chance to speak.

But being able to capture sword spirits is not an easy master, and the microwave oven is also trembling when speaking.

"It almost killed my people." Gu Shi Shui has always been cautious and vengeful.Originally, it was considered that it was not easy to conceive a sword spirit, and it would be enough to just capture the same kind of face and turn in the task later, but Xue Huanqing was so undead that he gave Bai Gu's mental body such a blow.

Just now, he was only captured instead of destroyed, but because he didn't dare to make trouble in Bai Gu's sea of ​​consciousness. Although Bai Gu was treated, Bai Gu is now a mortal body, very fragile.

After swearing to Xue Huanqing his ownership of Bai Gu, Gu Shishui found a safe way to deal with Sword Spirit.

He believed in cutting weeds to get rid of the roots, and destroying corpses to eliminate traces.

A microwave oven popped up on the way, but it was unexpected.

"...Thank you for the gift of her energy. We humble little creatures are able to speak. Although it is unintentional, we are also grateful to Dade." Microwave oven explained, and then saw the ancient water raised the hammer, and hurriedly called Said, "My lord, wait a minute, wait for me to finish."

In ancient times, water shook the hammer at will, waiting for him to say.

"Little Xiaoxiao only has a humble suggestion. She offended the two adults, but the sword spirit has no intentions. Can the Great Lord subdue her and make her meritorious deeds?"

Gu Shishui continued to shake the hammer: "Is it finished?"

"Yes yes yes."

In ancient times, water closed the door of the microwave oven: "You thaw it, it won't break."

"Unfreeze?"

The ancient water command: "Listen to me."

"Yes yes yes... Can I leave my last words, my lord?"

"You're all right."

Almost with tears in his eyes, the microwave oven recited Feng Xiao Xiao Yi Shui Han, and after the last 3 minutes of turning, which may be the end of his life, he also took the initiative to open the door.

In ancient times, Shui took the slightly hot charging treasure, shook it, turned it over slowly, and put it back.

"grown ups……"

"Take another 2 minutes." Heating food needs to be turned over, and heating power bank is no exception.

"It will explode..."

"will not."

The microwave oven spun up in despair, and the sound of ding was like the sound of heaven.

"I'm still alive... Thank you so much for not killing me!" Steam billowed from the wall of the microwave oven, and it was unclear whether it was tears or sweat.

"Yeah." Gu Shi Shui readily agreed, took the power bank, raised the hammer, and hit the microwave oven switch.

"Big, big..." Wei Wei couldn't speak clearly, and beat the drums tremblingly, and then he was very pleasantly surprised, "Thank you, my lord!"

In ancient times, Shui ignored the microwave oven, walked slowly back to the room, and connected it to the computer.

The blue-purple sword lay flat in the middle of the screen, its color was dim, even though Gu Shishui poked it with the mouse, it remained motionless.

Gu Shishui poked tirelessly several times, and finally, the sword stood up slightly trembling, asking softly: "Where is this? Who am I?"

Gu Shishui dragged a newly edited txt file onto it, and the file was called "The History of the Sword Spirit".

Half a minute later, the rapier emitted a soft purple light, the light disappeared, and a plump young lady appeared, wearing a lavender gown that was forced into tights.

Mrs. Xiaozheng bowed and saluted: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to senior." His attitude was very respectful.

"It's okay." Gu Shishui replied, "Go back and rest."

"Obey." Xiao Zhengtai saluted in a regular manner, and disappeared in a flash.

Gu Shishui opened the "Zhongke Qi APP" on his mobile phone and reported the mission status: "The mission is completed. The target caused serious injuries to innocent people. Emergency treatment should be carried out." By the way, he submitted Bai Gu's injury report and applied for compensation.The photo taken in Sea of ​​Consciousness is strong evidence.

He has always been courteous before soldiers.

Just like every time before making a shot, the opponent will be given room to choose-of course there is no room for bargaining.

With the task in hand, there is no way to eliminate Xue Huanqing, but it is not difficult to change some things, and it is justified to strive for greater benefits for Bai Gu.

The task issuer, Daoist Zhang Xian, saw the injury report and couldn't help but be serious. However, strictly speaking, only one passer-by was injured during the process of capturing a sword spirit, which is still within the manageable range. The sword spirit has something wrong. Small accidents, as long as they are intact, are acceptable.

The hairless monk chatted privately with Daoist Zhang Xian: "I asked you to make a surprise, now there is no joy but surprise, very proud?"

"Accident, accident, what a pity." The instigator, Daoist Zhang Xian, was also slightly depressed.

The author has something to say: This microwave oven has a rivalry with Wu Xiaohu, I am very happy!

The bear kid disappears the bird in minutes XDDD