Handsome old man Jian Xiu re-employment

"Push that door open." Siri urged in his pocket, "Don't be so late, it's time to slow down instead."

"Then I'll open it." Chen Chaosheng put his hand on the doorknob.

The brass hand felt cold to the touch, and Chen Chaosheng's heart started pounding as soon as he touched it, making his scalp numb.

"you drive."

"I'm really open." Chen Chaosheng repeated.

There was a layer of cold sweat on his palms, and he couldn't hold his hands anymore.

"You drive." Siri got impatient.

"I'm going to open it." Chen Chaosheng moved his hand slightly upwards, "This time it's real."

"Drive fast, don't be too whiny." Siri said, "You weak and useless cowardly human being. Chen Chaosheng, don't you want to get your sword?"

His heart was beating extremely fast, and he said in a very low voice: "I want to be quiet and have nothing to do."

"Hurry up." Siri said, "You open the resource that I will privately send you 56g."

"I dare not." Chen Chaosheng withdrew his hand, his hands were covered with sweat, "I will be so nervous that I can't even speak after a while."

"How to do it?"

"I'd better go home." Chen Chaosheng's complexion also turned pale, "I was thinking...I was going to talk to him...ah."

"I'll give you five hundred world famous swords." Siri said helplessly, "Are you going? Chen Chaosheng, I've been worrying all the way for you. My phone is almost running out of battery, so I'm going to tell you You can't, what's the difference between taking off your pants and saying you can't lift?"

"Okay." Chen Chaosheng took a deep breath, waiting for the breath to sink in his throat little by little, so as to make his heartbeat a little more stable.

"In HD," he said.

"Sexy." Siri laughed twice, "Open the door quickly, if you dare not speak for a while, I will speak for you."

"I dare not say that Xie Chunshan is still there. He never draws up a draft when he lies, and he cheats little artists all the time. The two of us can't convince a sword?"

"Thank you." Chen Chaosheng exerted a little force on his fingers, and the unlocked doorknob turned to the right.

The door opened slowly.

There is a red-bottomed blessing on the door. It is a very common green security door, as if entering a residential house in an ordinary community.

A strong wind blew in front of him, and the white paper was blown up by the wind. Chen Chaosheng took a deep breath.

"Don't be afraid." Siri said, "Don't be afraid, he is your sword, and you just think that you are his father. How can a father be afraid of his son?"

"Ah."

Chen Chaosheng looked around.

He only saw a white tin box in the house.

"He's not here." Chen Chaosheng said.

There was only one large bed in the room, and the green sheet had a lot of messy crumbs left on it.

Iron scraps, porcelain shards, and cloth scraps.

The light seemed a little dim, coming in through the white bed curtain, like a ward, and there was a line of ugly small characters crookedly on the corner, which Chen Chaosheng couldn't make out.

The ceiling above the bed depicts two swords leaning together.

Chen Chaosheng only glanced at it, and felt a little warm liquid gushing out from under his nose.

"Too perverted." Chen Chaosheng took out a tissue to wipe it off.

"Your sword... has quite a complex taste." Siri looked at the crumbs on the eye bed, "It's like Bai Fushui in the sword. Oh, Bai Fushui is not so unscrupulous, he is afraid of getting sick."

Just as Chen Chaosheng was about to say something, he saw the box opened from the inside to the outside, and he was so startled that the paper to wipe his nosebleed almost got stuck in his nostrils.

He hastily retracted his hand.

damage his image.

Lord Sword Immortal has no booger.

All he was holding was the bloody paper.

Seven swords jumped out, all of which were cold and majestic, carved with patterns, carved with dragons and phoenixes, and hung with bright yellow tassels... The last one had half a turtle's head carved on the hilt.

"I want to go home." Chen Chaosheng swallowed his saliva, "This kind of thing is unnecessary."

"Grandpa." The sword with tassels shouted when he saw him, "Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa Chen!"

"You are Grandpa Chen!"

"Grandpa Grandpa!"

Seven and eight swords shouted together.

Chen Chaosheng pulled up his mask silently.He only regrets that his mask is not big enough to cover his entire face.

"You... Where's your father?" Chen Chaosheng asked.

"You mean Shangfang Jian?" These swords began to chatter, "Father must have fooled around again."

"It's time, isn't he going to inherit the traditional Chinese culture?" Turtle Head Sword said, "After all, we are the material cultural heritage."

"Come on, our swords are better than his." Carved's voice was sharp, "My mother is a violin, and I passed the eighth year of English when I was born."

This is the special eight swords.

"What is he? My father plays the suona. I was born with the ability to play a hundred birds and phoenixes. The instruments present are not as good as mine. If my father's voice resounds, your piano will have to stand aside."

This is the suona sword of urging life.

"What is this! My father is a pistol, and I can shoot a gun. I am a cold weapon that combines Chinese and Western styles. I can shoot with accuracy. I can even sing happy birthday when I hit it."

This is a sword that can shoot.

"I know how to light at night. My sword body can be used as an LED light when the light is turned off at night, saving money."

This is the wine luminous sword.

"When my mother didn't come to the Sizhou Museum, there was a suite in the city center of Sizhou, a [-]-square-meter swimming pool, eight security guards, and a large garden, such as roses, peonies, and hydrangeas... "Youjian interrupted.

"Brother, what is your mother?" Jian, who has passed the eighth level of English, asked in a low voice.

"It's the key to the villa." The sword said, "You all know the house price in Sizhou. And my house is still in the school district."

Chen Chaosheng's forehead thumped, and he thought of the feeling of being chased by a group of swords and stuck to his body in the sword mound that day.

"But I just want a sword." Chen Chaosheng said softly, "I can't do it, I need a room in the school district, and I don't need an English proficiency level, and I don't need to play the suona."

"Then we are also the best sword." The school district said, "We also have a sword from Shangfangjian, which is an excellent bloodline. If we put us together, we can get a sword that is even better than Shangfangjian." A sharp sword."

"Yup!"

Chen Chaosheng pulled his mask again.

He didn't dare to look too much, he just pulled out a tissue, and after a while he was prone to nosebleeds.

"What kind of sword is that?" Siri asked.

"Shangfang Sword 2.0, has a longer battery life than Shangfang Sword, is more useful, and cuts iron like mud."

Chen Chaosheng shook his head: "I just need a usable sword."

"You are a sword fairy, don't you want a good sword like mine?" said the school district room, "With me, you are equivalent to owning a super big house."

"I can live in a bridge hole." Chen Chaosheng said softly, "I don't need a big villa."

"Then don't you want a luminous sword?" Luminous Sword asked, "You can switch freely between fluorescent green and Barbie pink."

"My senior brother's eyes glow at night." Chen Chaosheng said.

The wind lifted the white bed curtain, and the group of swords surrounded him, still making noise.

"Then what kind of sword does he want?"

"Well, none of our swords can get into your eyes." Zhuan Bajian was very open-minded, "Father has already given birth to many swords like ours."

"Aren't we seductive enough?"

Siri realized something was wrong: "No, why is there a father and a father?"

"Father is really capable of giving birth." The school district room patiently explained, "We have two ways to pass on these cultural relics, one is to use molds to make them, but the ones made in that way are usually defective products, and my father is fine when he is idle. I like to do it sometimes. There is also a kind of blending with other cultural relics with my own material, and that’s how we were born.”

"So why are there fathers, mothers and fathers?" Siri asked.

"Originally, my father was only good with those sisters of Chai'er. The sisters of Chai'er downstairs thought he was really annoying, so they had him circumcised." The school district room said, "The little cultural relics that were born before are only mothers. There is no father. Those are the blood of the girls."

Chen Chaosheng gasped.

"Love" is still too dangerous a thing for him.Not even reproductive isolation could stop this maddening, destructive mood.

"He's not clean anymore." Chen Chaosheng said, "I'm not looking for Shang Fangjian anymore."

"The world is getting worse, people's hearts are not old." Chen Chaosheng said only this sentence, "It's fine to find a sword, a sword..."

"Later, he was sterilized and established a relationship with a cultural relic from Thailand." The school district room continued, "The Thai cultural relic gave him tools to give birth, and now he gives birth by himself."

Chen Chaosheng only felt the pain from the mouth ulcer: "What..."

"It means you were born by yourself." Zhuan Bajian said, "You are a human being, so naturally you can't understand the feeling of our swords."

"Our father has seen the birth of cultural relics in the past few days. When the sun comes out, he gives birth to two, when it rains, he gives birth to one, and when it rains, he gives birth to twins..." Fang Jian of the school district stood on the ground, "But he still can't give birth to twins. The system won’t work, and I’m going to use the Japanese afterlife.”

Chen Chaosheng tightened his grip on the phone: "This..."

"Father should be back by now." The school district room said, "Anyway, Fang Zun downstairs can only last for two quarters of an hour at a time, and he will get rusted after a long time. It's time now."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Chaosheng saw his sword and jumped up from the steps.

It was still as aggressive as it was thousands of years ago, and when it was still on the next floor, there was the faint sound of tigers roaring and dragons chanting.

When he got close, he saw the black iron scabbard pause, and the precious jade on the scabbard seemed to be looking at Chen Chaosheng.

"This young man is quite handsome, show me your real body." Shang Fangjian said, "Is it a sword? Or something, with white hair, a bit like the little white jade cabbage downstairs."

"I…"

His sword shook the bronze shavings on his body, and the copper shavings fell to the ground.

"Doesn't it look like it? Is your body a white jade marigold? Or a pillow?"

"It can't be the jade from the ancient corpse downstairs... well, it's somewhat similar. The smell is too strong, I can't stand it."

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