There’s Something Wrong With This Account

Chapter 382

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Sword Cast City, a blacksmith shop in the Western District.

A sturdy man is casting a sword. The hammer in his hand strikes the red sword body, making the sound of metal collision.

An one-armed old man was sitting on a wicker chair, holding a big fan in his left hand. It seemed to fan the wind, but his brows were curled tightly, and his mood was not so beautiful.

He stood up and patted the back of the strong man’s head vigorously, only to get sweat in his hands, and desperately wanted to clean the man’s cloth, but it turned out that his cloth was also soaked.

One-armed old man put his hands behind his back and gently waved away the sweat stains.

He frowns, impatiently: “I hear this sound and I think you are not right!”

The robust man touched the back of his head and smiled silly.

“Useless things, take a look at it, and finally give you a demonstration.” The one-armed old man took the hammer and began to teach the robust man.

A skinny old man with gray hair, he picked up the hammer but danced vigorously.

This is in Sword Cast City…it’s not really a weird thing.

Suddenly, the one-armed old man stopped suddenly.

Because of that “Where is the Western Region Sword Cultivator”, spread throughout the city, and also into his ears.

His tight brows spread instantly.

Robust man looked at this scene, but unable to bear clenched his fists, trying to say something, but he couldn’t say it.

The old man glanced at him, said ill-humoredly: “Useless things, just say whatever you want.”

“Master…” the robust man said.

The one-armed old man immediately glared at him and said, “How many times have you said that you are an apprentice, the old man is not your Master! There is a fart.”

The robust man touched the back of his head, opened the mouth and said: “You…you are not an ordinary person.”

One-armed old man “hmph” screamed, it was not denied.

The robust man looked at him and continued: “You… are you going?”

One-armed old man didn’t reply, just raised his left hand and grabbed the house.

One leg of the table in the house split directly, and a very thin and long sword fell into his left hand.

In this situation, he no longer needs to say more.

Robust man looked at all this, his voice trembled a little: “This voice…calls you to do something?”

“It’s just murder.” The one-armed old man glanced down at the long sword in his hand, and the breeze blew his white hair in his temples.

The robust man looked at him again and again.

One-armed old man said ill-humoredly: “Good-for-nothing things, you want to ask me, is there any danger, will it die?”

The robust man swallowed and was nodded.

Old man holding a long sword, lightly sighed, said: “Maybe.”

“Then can you…” Before the robust man finished, his head was knocked by the scabbard.

“Shut up for the old man! Noisy!” said the one-armed old man.

He looked at the robust man and impatiently took a wooden token from his arms and threw it on the table.

“Don’t you be envious of those Sword Cultivators who fly with swords? After the old man left, you took this sign to Myriad Sword Mountain and someone will pick you up.”

After that, his silhouette was disappeared.

There was only one sentence left in the empty blacksmith’s shop.

“Old man, let me call you once, it’s my Chu Beihan’s discipline!”

tone barely fell, the word cry sounded through Heaven and Earth.

One-armed old man, sword out of sheath!

In the blacksmith’s shop, the robust man was left alone and knelt to the ground. The voice of the big man nearly 2 meters whimpered and wept.

……

East of Sword Cast City, a small courtyard.

An old man in a white gown with meticulously combed hair but blind eyes knocked on the wooden door.

He put his left hand behind him, holding a cluster of wildflowers picked by the roadside.

The wooden door opened, and a middle-aged woman with a milfs and lingering charm stood in the house.

She glanced at her in a white shirt and wanted to show a touch of style, but the one-eyed old man who ruined the overall temperament, said with a white glance: “Don’t hide the flowers, every time this set, Old Lady is getting tired .”

One-eyed old man made a good smile and handed the flower to the woman.

The woman took the flowers, raised her arms, and fanned slightly. The tip of her nose leaned over and sniffed gently, with a slight smile on her face.

She doesn’t look good, her charm is good, and the most important thing is her kindness.

The one-eyed old man did not enter the room, looked at her, and suddenly said: “I’m leaving.”

The woman froze for a moment, almost not holding the flower in her hand.

“Where?” she pretended to be indifferent.

“Go where I should go.” One-eyed old man laughed.

The woman looked at him, and somehow she was angry. She smashed flowers on him and said, “I know! I know men are all like this dog virtue! Keep on saying I like it. Bullshit! Although Old Lady is old, is it okay to hold back for a while! Old Lady doesn’t bother you old! Don’t bother you blind!”

One-eyed old man smiled and said, “How many times have I said it, I’m really not old, I just traveled around the world when I was young, and I was sucked by the gangsters for life essence that’s all when I was doing harm to the people. Why don’t you believe it?”

With that said, he crouched down and began to pick up wild flowers scattered all over the ground.

Although he has only one eye, although he is gray-haired, he also has his own tenderness.

After picking up all the flowers, he reached out again and handed the bouquet to the woman in front of him.

The woman took the bouquet, hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and asked, “Come back?”

“Luck,” one eyed man said.

The woman glared at him and said with spicy: “Dare you dare not come back and try!”

one eyed man grabbed her and thumped her wrist, staring at her eyes.

“You… you let go of Old Lady!” the woman said.

The man looked at her and suddenly said with a smile: “You always say that you like Scholar and feel that Scholar is handsome.”

He glanced down at his white gown, which he wore specially to please her.

It’s a pity… he is really a little less angry.

There will be no book anger in this life.

At this moment, Skyrim heard the “Where is the Western Region Sword Cultivator”, and the woman was startled by the sudden sound.

The man looked at her, his eyes soft, and said, “Why was my Sword Cultivator not as good as a scholar?”

“You are good to me!”

The man’s sleeve waved, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

He holding a long sword changed his temperament.

“Oh–” With a cry, the sword was pulled out of the sheath, and the word cry sounded through Heaven and Earth!

The man was riding the wind and the sword and was dashing, moving towards Sword Cast City.

Above the sky, only his clear laughter, and that:

“Wait when I get home!”

……

In a small alley in Sword Cast City, a little girl with claw braids looked at a vendor selling iced candy sticks in the distance and swallowed.

A large, rough hand gently pats her little head and asks, “Want to eat?”

The girl looked up at the grey-haired hunched old man, swallowed again, and nodded hard.

The humpback old man smiled softly and said, “Then Yaya first went back to the house and helped grandfather to grind the ink. Grandfather went out the door and bought it for you when he came back, okay?”

“En!” The little girl was nodded hard again, and then lightly grabbed the sleeve of the humpback old man, motioning him to squat down.

After the old man squatted, the little girl took a sip, kissed him, and grabbed an old goatee.

After the mischief succeeded, he ran into the house as soon as he smoked.

The hunched old man looked at her and shook his head sighed.

This little girl was picked up by him. He couldn’t figure it out. Such a lovely girl, her parents were willing to give up.

He stood outside the door, looking in the direction outside the city, he was waiting for a voice.

Soon, he heard the “Where is the Western Region Sword Cultivator”.

The hump-backed old man was satisfied with the nodded and expressed his approval.

He glanced inside the house, his eyes soft and pitiful.

As soon as he waved his sleeve, a long sword appeared in his hand.

Holding a long sword, he walked to the wooden door and put a sword mark on the wooden door.

With this sword seal, even if he can’t come back, the 2 Sword Sect people will find here to take care of Yaya for him.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his index finger, revolving spirit strength, and wrote on the door the text that only the cultivator could see:

“Her name is Yaya and she is 4 and a half years old. She loves iced candy stick.”

He is afraid that you won’t be able to come back and fail to fulfill the agreement with Yaya.

After writing, the hunched old man looked out of the city and straightened his waist as much as he could.

His Treasure granddaughter is in the city, so all the debris outside the city…

——When killed! ! !

……

Ye Suian’s “Where is the Western Region Sword Cultivator”, resounded through Sword Cast City.

No one answered.

There is only one word cry, ten word cry, 100 word cry, countless word cry.

This Sword Cultivator pension place…

——Draw swords all over the city!

No need to answer by words, both Sword Cultivator, I will answer with my sword!