After dressing up as a demon, i was pregnant with a cub

Part 21

he was answered by a long silence.

he drunk suddenly sighed, he seemed to be very tired, did not want to say a word to pei qianhe, his heart was cold, and said slowly: "if you don't fold the sword, just draw the sword." "

"honza is devoted to you," pei qianhe said suddenly, "we have been masters and apprentices for eighty years, and although the time is short, we have never forgotten the bits and pieces of time we have spent together."

he said to himself, regardless of whether the other party wanted to hear or not: "the one thing that honza regrets the most is that i took your blood to forge the sword, i know that i have made a big mistake, i do not ask for your forgiveness, from now on, i will remove the leader of the qingxiao sect and tell the whole truth to the world, i am willing to be spit on by thousands of people, just beg you... give me another chance. "

his tone was almost pleading, but he drunk only looked at him indifferently: "what about ten thousand people spitting, i have been spit on for a thousand years, do you think this bit of hypocrisy can impress me?" "

he sneered, "you dare to give up your reputation, but you don't dare to give up your cultivation, you are already at the peak of your cultivation, within three hundred years you will surely ascend to the top of the tao, shatter the void and go away, all the insults in this world have nothing to do with you, carrying a mere three hundred years of infamy, in your cultivation career is only a fleeting moment, of course you dare to do this." "

"i know you too well, pei qianhe, your people are as golden as your name, as graceful as your sword." he drunken took a step forward, "don't you want my blood?" the blood of the divine bird that you have in your heart, the blood of the divine bird that you would rather give up your reputation than give up——"

as he spoke, he untied the bandage in his palm, drew out the magic sword, and cut the wound that had not yet fully healed again, and the blood gushed out at once, squeezing the wound hard, and dripping the blood into the mouth of the demon wolf who had fallen to the ground.

"you can see clearly," he said, "that i am giving this blood to the animals and the dogs, and i will never give you another drop." "

bright red blood splashed on the snow, causing pei qianhe's pupils to contract suddenly, and he drunk took another step closer to him and grabbed the sword in his hand: "and this sword, do you remember?" "

pei qianhe's gaze fell on the body of the sword, the magic sword was pitch black, covered with strange patterns for drinking blood, but the style of the sword was particularly familiar, and there was a blood-red eye on the sword grid, looking at him playfully.

the magic had failed, and for the first time the sword appeared in its true form, he suddenly gasped, "what the hell did you do?!" "

"the sword you personally forged for me, i made a little change to it, into a magic sword," he drunk was quite satisfied with his surprised expression, and the smile on his lips deepened, "the name of this sword is -- misfortune." "

"...... confused! "

"are you angry now?" he drunken said evilly, "i ruined the sword you forged with your own hands and wasted the blood you regard as a treasure, you should be angry." if i lose to you, you are still the supreme immortal dao that everyone admires, and if i am better than you, today you will die here, and there will be no traceability of the immortals in the cultivation realm! "

the cultivation on his body had been solved, the demonic qi was released unscrupulously, and the sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out, still the first style of falling plum that had been used countless times in that move.