After saving the world, I became a heartthrob

After all, I still carried everything alone. Could it be that I, He Chan, don't deserve to have a healthy body in this life?

Feeling sorry for himself for a while, He Chan regained his composure.

At least there is hope in this life.

He Chan stretched out his claws and pulled Shi Jun's clothes.

Shi Jun looked down at him suspiciously.

"Master, how many swords do you have?"

He Chan found that it became more and more easy for him to call him 'Master' now.

"Shua—" Shi Jun waved his hand, and he took out more than a dozen swords with powerful aura and different shapes from the space.

He Chan: ...

Sad.

I thought I was the only one, but am I just one of them?

"They were all given by others." Shi Jun didn't know what he was thinking, saw him looking at the swords, and explained actively, then looked at him, and added three words:

"You too."

He Chan: "...There is no need to tell me."

Shi Jun looked at him quietly, He Chan's hair was stared at, and he thought it was coming again, but his eyes couldn't help but look away from him.

"Although you were given by someone else, when you are imbued with the deity's breath, you are the deity's."

He Chan nodded weakly.

Shi Jun was very dissatisfied with his appearance, and couldn't help but tapped his fingers on the jade table in front of him irritably, with a sound, crisp and dull, as if there was a special magic power, pulling back Shi Jun's somewhat dissipated rationality.

He looked at the translucent little figure standing on the sapphire short table, murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Reason told him that he should not let this 'variable' continue to exist. Variables represent accidents, and if they are not stopped, it is likely to affect the subsequent layout.

But there was another voice in his heart, thinking that it was just a sword spirit, which could be destroyed by reaching out, so there was nothing to be afraid of?

What's more, he has already branded himself in the depths of its spiritual consciousness, and it is absolutely impossible to betray him.

"Then do you have the natal sword?" He Chan tried his best to pretend that he was just asking casually and had no other thoughts.

However, Shi Jun's aura instantly became much colder.

He looked at He Chan carefully, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his eyes.

"If not, do you think I can do it?" Under the pressure, He Chan's face trembled, and he forced himself to recommend himself.

He wanted to beat around the bush as before, and tactfully stated his purpose, but he was afraid that Shi Jun would not give him a chance to finish, so he buried him, and simply asked directly.

But his self-recommendation did not seem to surprise Shi Jun.

Moreover, He Chan endured the urge to run away, trying to make himself appear extra sincere, his eyes filled with awe and admiration for Shi Jun, then ignored the faint murderous aura around him, and said nonchalantly:

"You should be strong! I like strong people. Since I have become your sword now, and by chance, I have become your sword spirit. Seeing that you are still pleasing to the eye, I will reluctantly wrong myself. Be your natal sword."

"Then we join forces to be invincible in the world, what do you think!" He Chan said, looking at Shi Jun with sparkling eyes, without any trace of pretense.

Shi Jun was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I never thought you would have such ambition."

"That's it, how about it, just say whether you want to do it or not!"

Every time he talks with the second child, He Chan is like walking a tightrope. If the spirit body does not sweat, his palms are probably covered with sticky sweat at this time.

At this time, he deliberately portrayed himself as a silly, white and sweet look, just hoping to be able to fool him smoothly.

"Do you know what the natal sword means?" Shi Jun stretched out a finger and poked He Chan's little head.

He Chan's body was staggered from the poke, but he didn't dare to say 'no'.

"Isn't it the loss of freedom? I believe in you and will show me the world." He Chan's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if Shi Jun could offer himself at any time if he wanted to.

The temperature in Shi Jun's eyes rose a few degrees.

"More than freedom." Shi Jun squeezed He Chan's arm with one hand, straightened him and circled him over the top of his head, propped his chin with one hand, and said indifferently: "The deity will not retain the consciousness you had when you were a human being."

He Chan's heart went cold.

Look, who wants to use his oil bottle as a natal sword?

"What? Disappointed?" Shi Jun continued to pull him around in circles, but changed from one arm to two arms.

All of a sudden, the little figure in his hand suddenly became bigger and more solid. In less than an instant, He Chan, who had returned to his youthful physical state, leaned on Shi Jun's arms in a daze, and Shi Jun pressed his hands over his head.

In order to avoid touching him, He Chan subconsciously raised his head, revealing his fragile and slender neck.

This pose...

"scoff..."

The sharp and ear-piercing voice awakened the attention of the two people in the hall. Looking for the sound, they saw a slightly embarrassed man staring at them with a shocked expression standing at the door.

As for the sound, He Chan glanced at Huang Xiaoxiao's hand holding the door frame erratically.

She seems to have misunderstood something.

He Chan thought to himself.

"Master, Master?" Huang Xiaoxiao stared at Shi Jun and He Chan closely with an expression of disbelief in her eyes.

Roaring inside: what's going on, what's going on! !Didn't it say in the book that Venerable Qian likes men?

No, Venerable Qing Bi hated others touching him, including Huang Xiaoxiao who was his apprentice.

It was only because of her natural sword body that she reluctantly gave her a hug in the back, so it wasn't that he hated others touching him, but that the person who touched him was not the man he liked?

For example, the person in front of him was held in the arms of Venerable Qing Cha in such an intimate posture.

Huang Xiaoxiao's mentality collapsed.

Originally, after transmigrating the book, she still wanted to take a look at Master, but in the end... she fell out of love before she even started.

To go or not to go?

Is a problem.

Forget it, I can't leave, within a few months, the mortal world will be in chaos, and then the cultivation world will also be invaded by demons because of the disappearance of the barrier of the demon abyss...

Thinking about it carefully, it's safest to hide behind Venerable Qing Bi. As the No. 1 sword cultivator in the lower world, it's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree.

Huang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, feeling sad for her love that had ended before it even started.

"What are you doing here?" When Huang Xiaoxiao approached, Shi Jun knew it, but he didn't stop her just thinking of her as his apprentice.

There is no reason to feel uncomfortable being looked at by her like this at the moment.

Especially her eyes...

Shi Jun looked down at He Chan, then withdrew his hands abruptly, and said to He Chan in a deep voice, "Still not getting up? How long are you going to lie down?"

He Chan:? ? ?

If it wasn't for you, how could you spit blood? If you hadn't held my hand, I would have woken up early.

He Chan was cursing in his heart, but with a submissive and shy face, he quickly grabbed his clothes and got up from him.

"Master." Huang Xiaoxiao entered the door in a daze, not knowing what she said, and finally took the meeting gift from Shi Jun, and was about to leave like a wandering soul.

"Wait a minute." He Chan stopped her.

Huang Xiaoxiao raised her head in a daze, and looked at He Chan in a daze.

She didn't recognize He Chan as the 'little elf' she had seen before, but she thought he had a kind face.

"This sword is for you." He Chan picked out a red, thinner sword from the pile of swords that Shi Jun showed off to him earlier, and handed it to her.

Huang Xiaoxiao subconsciously looked at Shi Jun, and seeing that he was neither stopping nor getting angry, she burst into tears in her heart, and finally took the sword He Chan handed her with a very complicated mood.

Facing He Chan's fatherly gaze, Huang Xiaoxiao's body trembled, and she opened her mouth, "Thank you, teacher, teacher's wife?"

He Chan's caring smile froze on his face.

Shi Jun even had a rare breath stagnation.

"What, what's the matter?" Huang Xiaoxiao touched her cold arm blankly, for some reason, she suddenly felt a little cold.

"I'm not your teacher's wife." He Chan forced an ugly expression and explained.

Not Mistress, could it be Master's little lover?

Huang Xiaoxiao looked at Shi Jun suspiciously.

"Get out!" Shi Jun couldn't bear it anymore, he threw Huang Xiaoxiao out of the main hall of Yijian Peak with a wave of his big hand, and then looked at He Chan sharply.

"No, it's none of my business." He Chan hugged himself nervously, "I just gave her a sword."

"Take the sword of the deity as a gift?"

"It's not that you didn't stop." He Chan's voice gradually became softer under Shi Jun's increasingly cold eyes.

"Anyway, you have me in the future, do you still want to use other swords?" He Chan raised his head stubbornly, looking at him with the expression of "you are actually a heartless man".

Shi Jun: ...

He raised his hand.

"You can't hit me, and I'm not wrong." He Chan mumbled, covering his head reflexively.

Shi Jun stroked his forehead and sighed, regretting again that he had taken this sword spirit.

He could already see that his future life would no longer be peaceful.

"You..." Shi Jun decided to keep him away from him, He Chan seemed to have discovered his intention, stepped forward and grabbed his hand, and said with tears in his eyes:

"Master, are you going to abandon me again?"

Shi Jun: ...

"I'm obedient, I won't argue with you anymore, don't abandon me." When I become your natal sword, watch how I torment you!

"I can swear." He Chan raised his right hand.

"For the sake of my cleverness, cuteness and beauty, please forgive me."

"If, if you really can't stand me, it's not impossible to want me to leave. At worst, I'll find a new master..."

"What did you say?" Shi Jun raised his hand and stroked the crack on the sapphire case.

"No...it's nothing." He Chan swallowed silently, yelling in his heart that his second child was wrong. On the surface, he looked so disgusted with me that he was going to die, but in fact, when he mentioned "breakup", he was more anxious than anyone else.

If you have the guts, abandon me!

He Chan shouted in his heart, and continued to plead for Shi Jun to take him in with a pitiful face.

Finally, Shi Jun was satisfied, pretending to be serious and said: "Forget it this time, there will be no next time."

"Understood." Dare next time.

"How about you let me be your natal sword, so that you can better restrain me, and let me know what to do and what not to do." He Chan leaned towards him and said.

This is a good idea, but, can it really be restrained?

Shi Jun gave He Chan a sideways glance, just in time to see him frowning, wondering what he was thinking.

"If possible, can you not eliminate my consciousness as a human being?" He Chan said, expressing his worries.

"Well, if you don't agree, you don't agree." He Chan expressed a reluctant expression, as if regretting that he could not become his natal magic sword.

However, because he grabbed Shi Jun's hand earlier, they had contact. Shi Jun happened to be curious about what he was thinking, so he let go of the connection between the contracts.

So when He Chan opened his mouth to speak, he actually had this thought in his heart:

"Reject, refuse, beautiful! He refused."

"It's not that I forced him to disagree, it's because he doesn't want to!"

"Ah, it's the taste of freedom. It's a pity that he almost drove me away. It seems that I have to do a little more."

"Master." He Chan reached out and tugged Shi Jun's sleeve, "I need some sword casting materials to repair the sword body, you..."

"No need to fix it."

Suddenly interrupted by Shi Jun, He Chan was stunned.

"Don't you want to be the natal sword of the deity? The deity agrees." Shi Jun said, staring at He Chan closely with a pair of star eyes.

"That awareness?"

"If you want to keep it, just keep it."

He Chan was ecstatic on the face when he heard the words, but in his heart... he was crazy with joy.

"Hahaha, that's it! As expected of me, with a mere aggressive method, he really fell for it."

Shi Jun:? ? ?