The daily life of a man as a monk

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618

As we all know, sword repair is an extremely magical species.

If cruelty is their appearance and arrogance is their inner nature, then being defiant is their nature.

The nature of always being immersed in one's own world.

It's like the senior brother and master who are intoxicated in each other's sight, the expression on their faces is so calm, the handsome face is so snow lotus, but they are really so unmanned, no one is there, even parents can't help it. Don't take it seriously.

Ah, what a ruthless master and apprentice, not to mention tricking the dog into killing them, even the parents would not be spared.

Ah, how brutal.

The cruelty made the old father who was beaten to autism by his wife couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't care about the eldest son who had just returned home, so he slipped into his beloved underground training ground "Bibibi" and had a sad shot.

Don't ask why the old father didn't bring his son-in-law together for a father-in-law's love sparring like other co-workers, because it would make the old father even more sad.

Unbearable sadness.

619

The old father, an incredible military man.

He is handsome and powerful, tough and upright.

But in terms of misery, he is also really miserable.

After all, he is also a man in the military, and he is not a domineering general and domineering father, so he can show off his father-in-law's majesty by bringing in a son-in-law casually.And he, who has already taken the position of minister, can't even beat his son.

And his son-in-law is more powerful than his son.

Miserable, it is too miserable.

It seems that he is able to squat meatballs for his partner.

620

The elder brother made an estimate of the vixen in Wanzi's house who was the same age as the master, "That might not work."

The old father was surprised, "Why? Could it be from your mountain?"

The elder brother shook his head.

The old father breathed a sigh of relief.

The elder brother continued: "But, he is not human either."

The old father's relief suddenly got stuck in his throat.

"He's a vixen." The elder brother paused, "Thousands of years."

The old father looked at him for a few breaths, then calmly reached out and grabbed his neck.

Breath, swallow, swallow.

621

Sad old father withered.

Withered under the excessive self-knowledge of one's own strength.

As a generation of majestic men in the military under the mountain, he has been a soldier king, a spear master, defeated the villains under the mountain, and captured the heroes on the mountain.

However, he never imagined that he, who could beat even some people on the mountain, would get such terrifying strength from his son-in-law.

The kind that is so terrible that almost no one can beat it.

622

Old Father: I no longer understand whether it is good luck or bad luck.

withered.

623

The sad old father slipped back to shoot a sad gun again, and after struggling to accept his near-bottom family status in the future, he pulled Aizi to narrate the beauty and pain of the gun god.

Aiko listened quietly, then reached out and touched the old father's beloved 827 generation, and said, "No, he is not beautiful enough."

The old father was holding his love gun and staring in shock, wondering why his son was so disrespectful, "Is there anyone more beautiful than him in this world?"

The elder brother nodded, and then pulled out his sword with a "shua", "He is number one in the world."

The old father looked at the low-key but coldly shining sword body, and couldn't help being silent for a while.

With all due respect, as a lover of hot weapons, he will probably never see the beauty of that cold iron sword.

"It's not iron." Eldest brother corrected seriously, "It's a mysterious stone from beyond the sky."

Old father: "..."

Isn't that iron meteorite?

The people on the mountain are really literary and artistic.

The old father said: "Even if the material is rare, you can't say he is number one just because of this. Mine is the beauty of machinery."

The elder brother denied, "It's not because of the material."

Old father: "Why is that?"

"Zaogong." The elder brother stroked his beloved sword gently, full of love, "it was made by the master."

Old father: "..."

Okay, I got it, and tricked the dog into killing it again.

A dog is better than a sword.

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