God of creation's vest magic changes the world

The sharp sword spirit Fuqin is like a bloody sword with a scabbard in front of his young master Fusu. The killing intent has been suppressed, leaving only a gorgeous appearance, which looks quite harmless to humans and animals.

Not only was he not annoyed that young master Fusu pushed back his long sword, but he obediently handed the long sword to young master Fusu, and stood behind him with downcast eyes and brows.

This is the meaning of allowing Young Master Fusu to discipline him and make decisions on his behalf.

The people who saw the fierce sword turned into a pious guard gasped, and looked at the young master Fusu with more and more admiration.

As expected of young master Fusu, he was able to subdue such a humanoid weapon!

Having been with Fu Qin for many years, the young master Fu Su naturally knew Fu Qin's temperament, he chuckled, and raised his hand to take the long sword in Fu Qin's hand.

At this time, although his brows and eyes are still soft, his speech and demeanor already show the bearing of the royal family of the Qin Dynasty.

No matter how gentle and elegant his temperament is, the son Fusu is after all the eldest son of the emperor Qin Shihuang who spent so much effort to raise him.

After all, it was the son Fusu who commanded thousands of troops, built the Great Wall, and won the hearts of the people of the world.

The young master Fusu who received the long sword revealed a bit of sharpness in his eyebrows and eyes. He lightly raised the long sword, caressed it with the other hand, and in the next second, put the long sword back into the sheath.

Bending down carefully to sort out Fu Qin's slightly messy clothes because of the long sword in the scabbard around his waist, Young Master Fu Su patted Fu Qin's shoulder reassuringly.

Turning around and smiling gently at the crowd, Young Master Fusu took a few steps forward and started talking with the crowd.

Not long after, he took the initiative into his own hands, not only quickly figured out the cause and effect of the tomb, but also obtained a lot of information from the archaeologists.

It can be said that the entire conversation process is under the control of Young Master Fusu, even the old man in Tang suit who calls himself an old fox can't take advantage of Young Master Fusu.

The most frightening thing was that even if the details were found out and the news was tricked out, everyone was completely unable to show any malice towards Young Master Fusu, and even felt that it was a comfortable thing to communicate with such a person from the bottom of their hearts.

This is probably the charm of the young master Fusu.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the male god of Bai Yueguang in both the history department and the archeology department!

Do everything awesome!

The onlookers, Fei Yu, stared in admiration all the way, but from the corner of her eye, she accidentally saw Ye Lan standing behind the young masters Fu Su and Fu Qin, who was silent with bent eyes.

ah!And Ye Lan!

The descendants of Xu Fu always feel that they are so powerful and miraculous.

Concubine Yu muttered to herself, seeing Fu Qin standing quietly behind Young Master Fu Su's eyelashes trembling slightly, turned around and started talking with Ye Lan.

Vaguely, Feiyu seemed to hear the word "Xu Fu".

Are they talking about Xu Fu?

Sure enough, that immortal sword spirit Fuqin, who looks like a sword fairy in the TV series, has a very good relationship with Daoist Xu Fu!

Feiyu sneakily looked at the sword spirit Fuqin and Ye Lan who seemed to be talking very harmoniously, and secretly guessed.

However, Fu Qin and Ye Lan, who were talking about Xu Fu in the eyes of others, chatted about "Young Master Fu Su" in the space of spiritual consciousness.

On the surface, Ye Lan is respectful and polite to Fu Qin, but in his heart he praises the young master Fu Su. Through his spiritual sense, he can "see all the actions" of the young master Fu Su, and the expression in his eyes is incomprehensible.

"The body of the black and white twin swords is full of murderous aura, and it is easy to be affected by it. Only the Venerable Wei, who has a tough heart, has a seven-apertured exquisite heart, and has kind thoughts, can suppress the murderous aura here."

"...From the moment you met Young Master Fusu 2000 years ago, I knew he was the most suitable sword master to sign a contract with the black and white twin swords."

Although Ye Lan's expression was soft, deep in her deep eyes was the indifference and clarity of a god.

"Strong, gentle, tolerant and yet the sharpness and sharpness of a venerable and general..."

Fu Qin, who had faded away from divinity, looked soft, and there was a bit of trust and closeness to his son Fu Su in his silent eyes.

"Young master Fusu is a very good human being."

Fuqin and his son Fusu have been together for many years, and he vaguely feels that he has experienced the joy of making friends with outstanding human beings, as mentioned in the Mojia artifact information.

Because Ye Lan and Fuqin's divine consciousness are linked, the joy in Fuqin's heart quickly rushed to Ye Lan's mind along the divine consciousness, and it actually made his divine body dominated by divinity feel "emotion", Even Ye Lan's heart, which had always been calm in the ancient well, was rippling.

It is a kind of light pleasure like meeting the warm sun in winter and the cool breeze in summer.

Ye Lan bent her eyes sincerely following the pleasure.

"It was a pleasure to get along with him."

"Then let's play outside with him more."

"Maybe it will be a good thing that kills two birds with one stone."

Fu Qin nodded understandingly, and the joy in his heart spread.

The joy in her mind surged more and more, Ye Lan curled her lips.

Human emotions are really sweet and delicious things.

The joy in his mind still did not dissipate after Young Master Fusu reached an agreement not to interfere with each other with the archaeologists.

With a happy mood, Ye Lan bowed her hands to the son Fusu and Fuqin as ancient rituals, then turned around to support a girl with weak legs, and left the mausoleum along the path pointed out by the son Fusu.

Watching everyone leave, Young Master Fusu smiled and looked at Fuqin who was beside him.

"Fu Qin, you have worked hard for thousands of years."

Fu Qin Wenyan, although his face was still slumped, his expression was all gentle.

He shook his head, put his fingers on the scabbard of the long sword at his waist, and in the next second, it turned into a flash of spiritual light and escaped into the long sword.

The long sword spun in the air and flew to Young Master Fusu, Young Master Fusu took it with a smile.

The bronze chariots and horses and the "bronze man" who had turned into living creatures had returned to their positions at this time, and the black-haired young master Fusu sat under the city wall holding the Fuqin sword.

Taking out the silk embroidered with Ling Wen from his bosom, young master Fusu drew out his long sword as before, picked up the silk, and wiped it lightly.

There are three things that young master Fusu cannot give up.

One is for the Qin Dynasty, the other is for the father to win the government, and the third is for the sword spirit to help Qin.

But after thousands of years, the Qin Dynasty has passed away, and his father has passed away. Only the sword spirit Fu Qin appeared in front of his son Fu Su the moment he woke up from his long sleep.

Young master Fusu stroked the long sword, his expression was unexpectedly calm.

"Fu Qin, in a few days, let's see how the world will look after a thousand years?"

"Maybe you'll find something you like."

Fu Qin Jian carefully rubbed his son Fu Su, expressing that he would listen to him.

The young master Fusu smiled lightly, revealing a bit of youthful spirit.

Inside the mausoleum, the atmosphere between one person and one sword is warm and beautiful.

The outside world caused a heat wave because of them.

On the major platforms of Huaguo.

#The tomb of Prince Fusu in the western suburbs of Kyoto#

#千古公子 Ying Fu Su wakes up from a deep sleep#

#剑魔节把秦#

Wait, a series of news maxed out the goose blog, and also successfully crashed the servers of major websites in Huaguo.

This series of magical events gradually made keen people aware of the abnormality.

The author says:

Red Clothes: Finished!Hongyi will work hard to update it!

Well, today's vest is Fusu's "good friend" woo woo woo