Everyday in shame [Comprehensive martial arts]

"It's a magical sword."

Phytolaca's voice was very calm, and the expression on his face was even calmer, as if he was not talking about a magical plastic sword, but more like talking about an unremarkable stone on the side of the road.

However, only he and the system knew that this doctor who was calm on the outside and irritable on the inside had already said a lot in his mind.

'Sin!Sin! '

'A magical plastic sword in the hands of modern people! '

Fortunately, Shanglu has a calm face, even though he has thought about a lot of things, he still looks calm on the outside.

The pure white clothes fluttered slightly, his eyes were colder than ice and snow, and his white hands held a sword like ink.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was the sword like ink or the skin like snow.

Even a person like Ye Gucheng was stunned for a long time when he first saw Shanglu.

Ye Gucheng turned his body slightly, and said something that a swordsman should say to a swordsman. He said calmly, "Do you dare to fight?"

These were not polite words, but they were said in a calm and serious tone by a very good-looking man.

This added a bit of gentleness, but the old housekeeper looked at it several times in surprise.

At this time, the old butler took a careful look at Shanglu's face.

Phytolacca has a very evil face, no one can tell a lie to this face, because when you see this kind of special and beautiful face, you have already forgotten where to put your hands, What should come out of your mouth.

However, such a cold and evil face has a pair of clean and bright eyes.

This is a pair of eyes that people want to hide.

In this world, how many people don't want these eyes to see only themselves, only themselves.

Even the old housekeeper who called himself Old Bones couldn't help being impulsive, wanting the people in front of him to only call his name and look at him.

It wasn't until Shanglu's pleasant voice came from his ear that the old butler came back to his senses.

Shanglu smiled, he straightened his sleeves casually, his eyes were colder than the cold wind of a winter night.

"Just ask for a fight."

The sound was not light but very heavy, like a knife resting on everyone's necks, everyone's breathing became softer, lest they would disturb anything.

It wasn't until Shang Lu sat down that everyone realized that at some point, there were beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Shang Lu smiled coldly, his back was straighter than iron, and his words were harder than Gang.

He yelled at the system in his head: "The idea is hard, the wind is tight! Shout out!"

system:……

This is probably the most embarrassing thing to say with the most ruthless posture!

Ben was a spectator system all the time, and now he solemnly regrets one thing, he shouldn't be in the garden in the early morning, because he was bound to Phytophthora in a flash.

The system is very regretful, but now he can't regret it, because the system and the host can only be unbound after ten years.

The person who made the system regret at the moment started to say things that made the system feel bad.

Shanglu poked the system and said, "Hurry up, plastic swords can't hold Ye Gucheng!"

Even at such a moment, Shanglu still looked calm.

He just sat there calmly, looking at Ye Gucheng calmly.

It wasn't until the silent system spoke that Shanglu moved.

System: "Close eyes, open eyes, cry, turn your head."

These words were caught off guard, and Shang Lu quickly followed suit.

Shang Lu in white, his hand was resting lightly on the sword.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes.Ruyu's face was tainted with a trace of sadness, which was even more pitiful than a soft little lady.

Suddenly, he slowly opened his eyes again.

Ru Mo's eyes were stained with a tinge of red, and the faint red marks at the corners of his eyes seemed to grow into his heart, like a soft feather fan scratching his face.

This glance becomes a picture scroll.

However, when you want to study it carefully, this person has turned his head away, regained his cool appearance, and became an unattainable beauty.

As if this was nothing but an illusion.

No, this is not an illusion.

Ye Gucheng suddenly sighed.

A cold-hearted swordsman understands that when a cold-hearted swordsman shows such a sad expression, this swordsman becomes a person with a story.

Ye Gucheng said lightly: "You are a person with a story."

Ye Gucheng knew Shanglu was a good swordsman when he first met at the beach.

After all, no ordinary person can suddenly appear in front of Ye Gucheng without him noticing the slightest movement.

Standing there, Shanglu became a master, not to mention he was carrying a sword.

A transparent black magical long sword.

Shanglu is a cold and calm swordsman, but such a person always shows a sad expression when he sees this sword.

Perhaps, this sword has an unknown story, or perhaps this person was reluctant to use this sword.

The autumn sun is high up.

The warm sunlight hit the leaves, casting mottled shadows on Phytophthora Ruyu's face.

Shanglu's voice was very soft, but it fell clearly in Ye Gucheng's ears.

"I have no story."

It's like a dumb person who doesn't want to admit he's a dumb person, like a rich man who doesn't want to lose his money.

Ye Gucheng knew that even a person with a story didn't want to tell his own story.

The person in front of him is a best swordsman and a best person, perhaps as Shanglu himself said, he is a best doctor.

However, no matter who this person is, Ye Gucheng is not a person who will make his opponent sad.

So he will not expose a swordsman with a hidden story, that trivial cover.

Ye Gucheng said lightly: "I understand."

The voice was very nice, not like the sound of pearls falling on a jade plate, but it carried the solemnity and promise of a swordsman.

Shanglu responded softly: "Okay."

Shang Lu suddenly felt that Ye Gucheng was a very good person.

Although he didn't know why Ye Gucheng suddenly felt that he was a person with a story, but Ye Gucheng quickly changed his mind the moment he denied it.

This is a swordsman who knows his mistakes and can correct them, and he is also a very likable swordsman.

Outside the window, a wind suddenly blows, bringing the fishy smell of sea water and the fragrance of flowers.

A white-clothed swordsman is sitting, and another white-clothed swordsman is standing.

These two cold and similar people were looking at each other, as if each had found the answer in the other's eyes.

system:……

Sin!

What the hell did you find the answer!