MTL - Heavenly Star-Chapter 8 Southern Emperor's Sword

"That... is your brother injured?" Ningxue looked at him anxiously, and his voice was crying. Ye Wuchen had no choice but to smile. She had to pick her up and put it in the previous position. She ordered her little nose and said, "Listen to my brother’s words, you are standing here, my brother promises that there will be no things at this time. ""

Ningxue still wants to say something, but finally she can't say it, and looks at him with her little hand. She knows what his brother must do now.

Ye Wuchen once again went to the enchantment, and this time, his gaze did not fall on the enchantment, but on the ground under his feet. He walked back and forth with his head down and his eyes were surprisingly dignified. Then he crouched down, silenced for a while, raised his right fist, condensed the power he had just recovered, and slammed the bombardment to the ground.

A roar, the ground trembled, the ground in front of Ye Wuchen was bombarded with a shallow pit half a meter deep and half a meter wide. Wu Chen, who was once again in short supply, was dizzy. He stabilized his body and concentrated his eyes on it. The soil layer exposed in the shallow pit is surprisingly flat, as if there is any force in protecting the land below half a meter without any harm. And let the eye of the eyeless contraction is the golden light that suddenly flashed. This is the handle of a sword, releasing the golden eye of the burning eye, the blade is buried under the soil, and only the bare-handed hilt faintly exudes a breath-like momentum.

this is……

Ye Wuchen did not hesitate, holding both hands on the hilt. Suddenly, a soft golden mangled his hands. With a little effort, the golden blade was pulled from the ground in the "Zizi" sound, and it didn't take long for it to reveal its full picture.

Just as the blade was completely pulled out, the earth suddenly trembled fiercely, and the endless huge shattering sound rang in the ear. For a time, this isolation, has been sealed for some years, such as the occurrence of violent earthquakes, people are scared. In front of the small grass house, the old man who was closing his eyes and eyes closed his eyes and looked at the sky, and his face changed: "The enchantment... broken!"

The tremors of the earth, the sound of the ear did not attract the heart of Ye Wuchen, and he looked at the giant sword that he was holding in his hand. The hilt is more than thirty centimeters, the blade is more than one meter long, and the blade is more than ten centimeters wide. The body is golden and smooth as a mirror. In addition to a small "South" character engraved on the tip of the sword, there is no other grain in the blade or the hilt. At this time, a faint voice echoed in the depths of his consciousness...

"At the beginning of the heavens and the earth, the two earliest living bodies were born in chaos. They are awakened at the same time, and they are born with fate-like enemies. One person occupies the south of chaos, one person occupies the north of chaos, and self-proclaims the Southern Emperor and the Northern Emperor. The North Emperor struggled for many years, and there was no result. The battle between them caused the chaos to break down. From then on, there were heaven, earth, people, gods, demons..."

The sound in my mind suddenly broke down, as if it was hard to be cut off.

"You just called me?" Looking at the sword in his hand, Ye Wuchen closed his eyes and asked with his heart.

"Yes...is me." The answer to him was actually a girlish voice, and there was obvious nervousness in the voice.

"who are you?"

"I... I don't know."

"Why are you calling me?"

"I do not know."

"...Do you know who I am?"

"……I do not know."

Ye Wuchen has three black lines on his forehead: "What do you know!"

The voice of the girl is even more nervous and scared: "The master does not want to be angry, I really don't know who I am... I only know that my name is Naner, it is sealed in this sword, and you are my master, only you. I can save me."

"Reason." Ye Wuchen wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. I don't know all of this. I just said that I didn't know it.

"I don't know... ah, it feels! I slept for a long time, then suddenly woke up, because I felt the master came, so I shouted at the master desperately." The voice of the girl became excited.

Ye Wuchen brows and asks: "Since you said that I can save you from going out, then tell me what method I should use to save you."

"I do not know."

"..."

"Forget it." Ye Wuchen was full of feelings of powerlessness: "You will follow me later, if you think of it one day, then tell me."

"Well, thank you, Master, thank you very much." The girl responded cheerfully. The sword in the hands of Ye Wuchen suddenly turned into a golden mang, and he shot into his eyebrows, and his eyebrows had a little more invisible Jinmang.

The person sealed in the sword... The sword is turned into an energy body still on the human body... This kind of thing should be incredible, why he is not surprised at all, but has a familiar feeling.

He shook his head and looked at his front. The enchantment was thus destroyed, and the root cause of the enchantment was actually because of the sword. That is exactly what a sword is, why is it buried here, why is it such an enchantment?

That appeared in my mind. What about the ancient memory fragments of the Southern Emperor?

He didn't expect to get an answer from the girl who called "Nan Er", because she would answer if she asked her what she wouldn't know.

When Wuchen went back with the snow, the old man was still sitting there calmly, and his breath was steady as a mountain that could not shake. And his side, Chu Jingtian will be left and right, and the old man said something, anxious like an ant on a hot pot. However, the old man still said nothing, and he jumped up and down.

When I saw Ye Wuchen coming back, Chu Jingtian’s eyes brightened and quickly greeted him. The old man shouted: “Ye’s brother, tell you good news, that weird enchantment has disappeared, we can go out. !"

Wu Chen smiled lightly and did not speak.

The old man's sharp knives swept over him, as if the real gas field made his chest like a heavy iron plate. The old man regained his gaze and said with a smile: "Young people, now the enchantment has broken, what are your plans?"

Ye Wuchen’s heart was stunned, but his face was as calm as he was, smiling: “Let’s talk about it later.”

Ye Ningxue licked her big eyes and secretly looked at Wuchen, and did not understand what they were saying.

The next time, Ye Wuchen's only thing to do every day is to go out to play with the snow, go to any place she wants to go, sometimes go to the jungle to hunt, sometimes go to the fruit forest to pick fruit, sometimes even like a child and coagulate Snow goes to chase the butterfly to play. In just ten days, they almost turned this once sealed space. And Chu Jingtian is like a follower every day behind them. Wherever they go, he will follow him like a bear guard. Because this is the old man’s meaning, he himself does not contradict this. do.

Ningxue is happy every day like a caged bird. The cheerful laughter nourishes the heart of Wuchen again and again. She is the only embellishment of his blank world, and always touches the softest place in his heart.

Just... Looking at the petite white shadow, he sighed with a sigh.

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