Turning back the time, at 8:30 in the morning, in a residential building in a community in the east of Tianfu City, a kid named Zhangshenghua, an Internet painter who stayed up late last night to work on a draft but got nothing out of it, had a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

Standing in front of the door of his room.

Her real name is Zhang Xiaopeng, and she was Luo Xiao's high school classmate. After graduation, she did not continue studying and chose to be an online comic serializer.

She moved away from Tungsten City two years ago because her father left. However, she did not live with her mother in her hometown of Tianfu. Instead, she went to Xunfeng Port alone to have a good time.

In the end, she gained nothing, and she also encountered a strange beast, which scared her so much that she moved again and returned to her mother's place honestly.

But fate seems to especially like to arrange surprises for Zhang Xiaopeng. Her birthday was just a few days away, and a new little gift was thrown to her in a phone call at midnight yesterday.

An ancient man.

Oh my God, Zhang Xiaopeng patted his face. Luo Xiao really stuffed a cultural relic for herself early yesterday morning, right? Even after spending a whole day and night with Wanqi Huanshuo himself, Zhang Xiaopeng still couldn't believe this fact.

If she hadn't stayed up late the night before to catch up on the manuscript, she probably wouldn't have received the other person's early morning call. And if she hadn't left Xunfeng Port and come to Tianfu City, and her mother happened to be traveling, she would definitely not have been able to accept this call.

old man.

All this is destined!

She turned the doorknob and couldn't help but yawned. Although it was rumored that Wanqi Huanshuo was a seductress and was a thousand years older than herself, so he probably wouldn't be interested in Zhang Xiaopeng, but there was suddenly a strange man in the house.

, she could never sleep well.

She opened the door and walked out, and a strong wind blew across her face. Zhang Xiaopeng straightened his bangs and took a closer look. He saw a sword pointing at him, motionless.

The sword holder is King Wanqi. He has restored the ancient attire he had when he appeared in the early morning of the previous day. The clothes he originally changed out of because of being caught in the rain have now been dried and put on again. He no longer needs to be wrapped up in Zhang Xiaopeng's family.

The sheets are off.

Because he is too tall, there are no clothes that fit him at home.

King Wanqi also tied his long hair into a ponytail, exposing his delicate facial features, which made Zhang Xiaopeng wonder why this person who had been dead for a thousand years had a more rosy complexion than her who was alive.

Sure enough, staying up late is not an option, sleep is the most important thing.

She carefully turned her head away and glanced at the aisle occupied by Wanqi Huanshuo, "Can you give way?"

King Wanqi sheathed his sword, threw a flower and danced in the other direction.

So fierce, Zhang Xiaopeng regretted accepting Luo Xiao's commission for a moment. She followed the tall ancient man out of the aisle, put on her glasses, and looked at King Wanqi again.

Wan Qi Huan Shuo... Oh my god, Wan Qi Huan Shuo. Zhang Xiaopeng couldn't help but look at his father's memorial tablet in the living room. Dad, do you believe it? Our family has come to lead!

The monarch seemed to be in a bad mood. He danced with his sword so much that a cool breeze filled the hall. Although he didn't break anything, it made Zhang Xiaopeng feel very depressed for some reason. And he, he seemed to have brought a sword with him when he came yesterday.

, where did the sword come from?

Zhang Xiaopeng adjusted his glasses and took a closer look to see that it was really a sword, "Hey! Don't move, that's my mother."

The sword dance in the square! Zhang Xiaopeng was forced to retreat into the aisle before she could finish her words. Wanqi Huanshuo's sword flowers were spinning around without any concern for her existence.

"This is... your majesty?" Wanqi Huanshuo stopped, raised his sword and took a look, then raised his eyes to Zhang Xiaopeng, tilting his head slightly to one side.

The ponytail on the back of his head hangs down, and even without applying makeup, he looks a bit charming.

When I met the monarch early yesterday morning, he was still standing behind Luo Xiao like a water ghost. After that, he hardly moved all day long because it was inconvenient to be wrapped in a sheet. Zhang Xiaopeng didn't even dare to look at him.

, this is Wanqi Huanshuoye, the protagonist of countless horror stories in Xia Kingdom.

But now one day has passed, and this old man's hair is smooth and his clothes are on, and he is so charming. Oh no, he is graceful. The stunning beauty of the Wanqi family recorded in the history books really has no moisture at all. No one in the various TV series can act it out.

Such an uproar.

"My mother's sword." Zhang Xiaopeng gently took the sword back and put it back in the sheath on the wall. Although this sword is not a family heirloom but a Taobao treasure, his mother said that it should be hung on the wall to prevent thieves from getting in.

If you see the sword on the wall, you will know that this family is not easy to mess with.

Zhang Xiaopeng turned around and tried his best to put on an expression of "I'm not to be trifled with." He looked warily at Wan Qi Huanshuo, who had quietly sat on the sofa. He nodded without saying anything, but suddenly raised his hand and waved, making a smile.

Hold the long knife in your hand.

Zhang Xiaopeng had never seen him like this before, so he thought it was some kind of magic trick, so he blurted out, "How did you do this? Show me."

She just wanted to see how the other party transformed the knife into his hand so that she could process it and draw it. However, Wanqi Huanshuo obviously misunderstood. After hesitating for a moment, he waved his hand again, and another knife was thrown towards Zhang Xiaopeng.

Came over.

Zhang Xiaopeng instinctively reached out to catch it and threw it to the ground without any force, "It's so heavy!"

"...Give you something light." Wanqi Huanshuo shook his hand slightly and threw the knife from before.

Zhang Xiaopeng was well prepared this time and reluctantly held it.

"Aren't these two the same?" She held the "light" one flat and looked at it. It was indeed a very fine workmanship. But in her opinion, the two knives were exactly the same in every way, and in terms of materials,

, she could only tell that they were different from the one hanging on the wall. Why was there a difference in weight?

"This is the dome ridge." Wanqi Huanshuo replied calmly.

Qiuji? Zhang Xiaopeng's face froze, he threw the knife on the sofa, took a few steps away from it, then silently walked closer, "Then, is the other one a Fuji?"

Or the heavier, the poorer?

Wan Qi Huanshuo looked over with an expression that looked like he was mentally retarded. He was already dignified, so it was not difficult to communicate with someone as heartless as Zhang Xiaopeng. However, she still felt a little scared after being stared at like this.

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"Oh, Qiongji! I know, I know, Chen Yuan's sword!" Her desire for survival made her pick up this knowledge instantly. It turned out to be the divine weapon Qiongji.

Aren’t they the swords of Chen Yuan, the most terrifying torturer from thousands of years ago?

"What's your relationship with Chen Yuan? Are the rumors true?" Zhang Xiaopeng didn't study history well, but he dabbled in a lot of unofficial history. After all, he was a cartoonist and the plot wasn't enough, so he just made it up.
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