If the sword of Xuanyuan sword has a soul

The singing and dancing are perfect, leaving only a crescent moon to reflect people coolly.

Yang Su's slender eyes looked at the young man with his lower head. Although there was no smile on his face, his words were full of satisfaction and comfort: "You did a good job."

"You can follow me to see the Holy One tomorrow, and the Holy One will reward you for your merits."

Yu Wentuo didn't feel the slightest bit excited or surprised when he heard the words, and there was no surprise in his pair of bewitching pupils, and he only answered one word.

"it is good."

Such is silence.

Yang Su knew Yu Wentuo's temperament, and also knew that the two of them really had nothing to say, so he said: "You go first, you will be exhausted after a few days of driving and horses, and take a good rest."

Hearing this, Yu Wentuo bowed slightly to Yang Su, got up and left.

The figure of the young man under the moon is as calm and indifferent as when Tathagata came.

After walking past the water pavilion song platform, most of the mansion, Yu Wentuo went back to his room.

There was already a maid in the room lighting up the night lamp, and it shone brightly in a dizzy state. Yu Wentuo removed his blouse and said, "Take a bath."

As soon as the words were spoken, servants immediately went down to prepare, but within a dozen or so breaths, everything was ready.

Yu Wentuo stepped into the back room, bypassing the plain long screen that covered it, and steam rushed towards his face.

The warm water that had been prepared long ago had been poured into the red lacquered wooden barrel. Yu Wentuo undid his braids, took off his clothes, put them on the tripod beside the wooden barrel, and stepped into it.

The body that had been tense for a day slowly relaxed under the comfort of warm water, Yu Wentuo half closed his eyelids, and the fine eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

One hundred thousand souls.

10 people were wiped out in an instant under his hands, and even their souls could not enter the cycle of reincarnation. If the original Yu Wentuo was completely intact, how would he face it?

I'm afraid that every night my soul will fall into my dream, and I will suffer every night.

Unfortunately, now, he is him, and he is not him.

Killing one hundred thousand souls with his own strength, he is certainly guilty, but he is not wrong.

If there is a karmic cycle of eighteen levels of hell, Yu Wentuo will not complain.

If you make no mistakes, you will not regret it. How can the world make him suffer?

not to mention……

Yu Wentuo reached out and took out the saponins from the tray under the tripod, and slowly washed his whole body.

In the world, everyone is innocent, and no one is innocent.

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After Yu Wentuo finished bathing, the moon was already in the sky.

Swiping away the servants in the room, Yu Wentuo was sitting on the couch, about to go to bed, when suddenly his brows frowned slightly, and with a light thought, the ancient golden sword appeared in his hand.

The Xuanyuan Sword, which had killed hundreds of thousands of souls, was held in his hand, and its strange aura became more and more brilliant. Ordinary people, just by taking a look at it, might lose their souls.

Yu Wentuo was not happy.

Xuanyuanjian was restless.

The blade of the sword trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly.

Carefully sweeping across the sword inch by inch with his divine sense, there was nothing unusual about it, but Xuanyuan Sword gave Yu Wentuo a strange sense of excitement for some reason.

It's like... It's like a child just got a wonderful thing, and his body is shaking with joy and excitement.

This idea flashed in his mind, and Yu Wentuo couldn't help laughing.

"how is this possible?"

If the ancient Xuanyuan sword had spiritual wisdom, it should be a steady spirit. How could it be like a child?

Getting rid of this thought from his mind, Yu Wentuo wanted to recall Xuanyuan Sword to his body, but the result surprised him slightly.

Xuanyuanjian refused to return to his body!

This is the first time since he got the Xuanyuan Sword.

Yu Wentuo looked at Xuanyuanjian, his expression gradually turned cold.

The author has something to say: There are still so many people waiting, one group of relatives!In addition, this article is in a warm and sweet direction, this time I will write a sweet article!Hmph, let them say that I can't write sweet essays at all!