[Sword Three + System] Xuemo Milkflower

Cang's father didn't see what to say, so he sat across from the white-clothed man amidst the surprised eyes of everyone in the lobby.

The man in white clothes is like snow, and there is a sword on the table, which is dark, long and narrow, and ancient.Never leave the sword.

The whole body is full of restrained sword energy that only a few people can feel.Poker face.

Xue Muran looked at the rice porridge and boiled eggs in front of him... speechless.After a while, he came to his senses, facing the sharp sword-like eyes of the man in white, he raised the wine jar in his hand, "Drinking, Master Ximen?"

Isn't it?No pretense, just me!This is Xi Men Fu Xue!

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head slowly and slightly, "Name."

Xue Muran heard the words, raised his head and took another sip, "'Xuanjia Cangyun' Xue Muran."

This time, the object of people's gasping was neither Young Master nor Ximen Chuuxue, but Xue Muran.Ximen Chuuxue's originally eager eyes dimmed slightly, after all, he heard the rumors in the world that he was a man with a knife, not a sword.

Father Cang picked up the wine jar and took a good sip this time, "Don't be disappointed, the owner. In a martial arts competition with me, I can survive even under the sword technique that the owner's sword will be stained with blood."

"You don't need a sword." Ximen Chuuxue obviously disagreed.

"..." Father Cang nodded, he is really stubborn... "Ahem, let's be friends? I am Lu Xiaofeng's friend, and I am also Hua Manlou's friend."

Unexpectedly, Ximen Chuuxue really thought about it seriously. After thinking about Xue Muran's integrity, he arrested the people on the arrest warrant and he went out to kill people four times a year, so he nodded his head slightly. ,"Can."

"The owner of the Ximen only goes out four times a year and let me run into it. It's fate." Xue Muran put on a close-up, put down the wine jar, and lifted up a sleeve with one hand to expose his wrist, "I heard that the owner You are skilled in medicine, can you take my pulse?"

Although Ximen Chuuxue's face was expressionless, he could still see that he was slightly stunned, "Okay." Ordinary people, who would show their lifeblood unsuspectingly to someone they just met with good martial arts?Although he, Ximen Chuixue, thought he was upright, and he was called the "Sword God" by people in the Jianghu, but he didn't have such a magnanimity.Should it be his confidence in his own martial arts or his trust in the character of the Sword God?

Anyway, Ximen Chuuxue Sword God is still very useful.He stretched out his right hand with neatly manicured nails, and put it on Cang Dad's wrist.After a while of silence, "There are a lot of dark wounds, and the treatment is good. Why don't I prescribe a prescription, can you use it according to this?"

Xue Muran smiled, "Okay." In today's world, how many people can match his medical skills?Without Wanhua, he is the best.What's more, he knew that the so-called friend was the sword god's greatest favor.

"Let me go later, I'll give you a prescription." Ximen Chuuxue was very satisfied with the result: he is a bit like Lu Xiaofeng.Good wine and good friends.

"Okay." Father Cang nodded.So he stopped talking and concentrated on drinking his own wine.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him, stared at him for a second and then moved his eyes away, "Drinking alcohol will make people's hands tremble." It will make people unable to hold the sword steadily.

I understood that it was Ximen Chuuxue's explanation for refusing to drink just now, and it was also a reminder to him not to drink too much alcohol.This is kindness.Father Cang knew, well, Ximen Chuuxue is quite cute, "Thank you."

To be honest, it is strange that the atmosphere between the two big killers is so harmonious.

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Ah... It seems that no one guessed it was the Sword God!

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