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The "Ye Fan" in the mirror makes a low and creepy laugh...

"Ha... who am I? You really don't know? Or... don't you admit it?"

Ye Fan's face was indefinite, clenched his fists and tried to calm himself down.

"My sword is meant... because you... can't use it, right?" Ye Fan's eyes showed bloodshot eyes, staring at the "self" in the mirror.

The people in the mirror sneered, the sound is like heavy machinery friction, hoarse and **** into the ear of the sail...

"Why, I finally missed my emperor-level sword?"

During this time, are you not very happy? Didn't dreams come true? What more swords do you want?

These garbage, the same opponents of waste, the women and brothers around you, can help you settle down... Do you still use your own hands?

They will protect you and prevent you from being hurt. You will be your home man, husband, father...

Be the ‘Sword God’ in the memory of the world, be your savior! ”

"Hey!"

Ye Fan took a hand on the mirror, clinging to the mirror, the breath of the breath, and a white mist on the mirror...

"Give me my sword meaning... give it back to me!!

who are you! ? You are just my accessory... What do you care about! ? Ye Fan snarled low.

"Why, angry? Angry? Is there anything that can be worthy of anger in such a good life?

Oh... Did you find that being protected by others and getting help from others is not good?

Women who look at you become more useful than you, watching them no longer need your protection, no longer relying on you... are you uncomfortable? ”

"Shut up! I don't want to listen to your garbage theory! Return my sword to me!!" Ye Fan gnashed his teeth.

The people in the mirror joked, "Do you really think... I took your sword?"

Idiot, stupid, coward... It’s your waste, you gave up your sword! Give up on your own! ! ”

Ye Fan stunned, staring at the mirror, stiff for a long time, back two steps...

"I... I myself? How could it be..." Ye Fan muttered to himself, could not believe it.

"When you look like this funeral dog, what qualification do you have, and you have an imperial sword?"

An easy life, a happy family, a worry-free, calm day...

No need to be abused, no need to be scared, no enemies, no hidden dangers...

There is no devil to destroy the world, there is no hot world, no poor people who need your help...

Your brothers don't need you to support, those women are no longer vases, one by one...

This world does not need you to guard, you are free, you are free, you can do the ordinary days you have thought of!

From now on, you only need to constantly roll over on a woman, listen to them arrogant, let them give you children, raise children...

Then in the future, you can tell your children, their father, once a ‘sword god’, once had an emperor-level sword...

But... he gave up the sword for a dream life, to be a carefree happy man..."

"Stop... Don't say... Don't say..."

Ye Fan’s heart beats wildly, and the chest suppresses an inexplicable anger, but he does not know how to vent...

In the mirror, the expression is a touch of sultry, a touch of arrogance, said: "Don't deceive yourself! In this world, no one knows you better than me!"

What you really like is a group of waste brothers who can only be cumbersome! The key moment can only support you in the spirit behind you, no use!

What you like is a group of women who will only serve you and need your protection! No matter how hard you work, you can only look up to your vase! !

You don't like being protected, don't like being taken care of, don't like someone to help you! !

Parents, wives, relatives and friends? Not important! !

What you care most about is yourself, and the sword in your hands! ! !

ordinary? comfortable? Leisure days? Are you suffering? !

When you see a master, you will become excited and see a higher realm, you will be full of yearning!

Why do you play a jihad that seems to be defeated? Why do you insist on being alone in the town of Xianta? Why are you going to assassinate Jude? !

Because you like adventure, you like to challenge the limits of life and death, like to make crazy decisions, you who are irrational, is the real you! !

The imperial sword is not going to appear on a man who is willing to live a quiet life, absolutely not! ! ”

Ye Fan stood in front of the mirror, his eyes were red, his teeth were tight, his muscles were tight, and he was constantly shaking...

"Shut up...not like this...not..."

Ye Fan constantly denied it, but the voice seemed very weak.

The people in the mirror don’t care, and the face is arrogant and arrogant: "The reason why the emperor is the emperor is not because he has a thousand miles, a hundred soldiers...

Just because he is an emperor, there will be a country, there will be a soldier!

Without the emperor, everything will cease to exist!

The real emperor will never rely on anyone, the emperor will only be willing to give alms, and will not want any return!

It is not how noble he is, how much he is willing to pay, but the emperor will use his own hands to win everything he wants!

The emperor set up his career and buried his bones!

The world is a returning widow, what the widows want! ?

Don't forget, when you first realized the emperor's sword, you thought about ‘the sky is underground, but I am the only one,’ and this has ‘unparalleled’!

Only allow me to bear the world, not the world to bear me, is the emperor! !

You deceive yourself, regard ordinary as a dream, and contentment as a pursuit...

Going against the heart of the emperor! Why do you master the imperial sword! ?

Why do you have an imperial sword! ? Why..."

"boom!!--"

Ye Fan slammed his fist and smashed the mirror directly!

"what!--"

Ye Fan screamed and turned straight out of the balcony and jumped onto the lawn.

"Sword! Sword!! Sword God Ring!! I want a sword!!-"

Ye Fan frantically tried to summon the sword, but the ring did not respond!

He looked around and picked up a branch, waving on the lawn, trying to cast ancient swordsmanship.

However, after several consecutive moves, Ye Fan’s face was pale and stiff standing in place...

I myself... even the ancient swordsmanship can’t be used like a decent...

Only its shape, not its god, this is not the kendo repair that it should have.

Ye Fan squatted on the grass, the night wind blowing over the cheeks, the wet face, especially cold.

On the second floor, Su Xiaoxue heard the movement, ran to the room, saw the bathroom that was smashed in the mirror, and ran to the balcony, seeing the man crazy waving the branches...

The woman showed a trace of grief, jumped downstairs and embraced Ye Fan from behind.

"Husband, it's okay, even if you don't have a sword, you can practice it again. With so many ways of cultivation, you can definitely stand up again..."

Ye Fan turned back and looked at the face of the woman's pear flower with rain. "Wife...I am this person, is it very selfish?"

Su Xiaoxue shook his head. "How come, you sacrifice yourself for the world, there is no more selflessness under the sun..."

"Yes..." Ye Fan’s eyes sneered and asked: "Would you be with me, happy?"

"Of course... these days when you wake up, it is my happiest time."

Ye Fan took the woman's hand and smiled and nodded.

Su Xiaoxue asked again: "What about your husband? Isn't it happy now? We have worked hard for so long, isn't it for the present life?"

Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, looking at the woman's expectations, whispered: "Yes... I am also very happy..."

Su Xiaoxue smiled happily and threw himself into the man's arms. "Husband, you don't feel bad about the sword, don't think about it...

Our family's happy life is more meaningful than practicing swords, isn't it? ”

Ye Fan glared at his wife, and thoughtfully "hmm".

Suddenly, Su Xiaoxue thought of something again, and a bit of resentment: "Husband... Did you wake up and forget some important things?"

Ye Fan wonders, "What is it?"

"In the South Pole, what did you do before the battle with the King of France, and you forgot?"

Ye Fan thought back, suddenly suddenly, said: "How can I forget it... You promised my proposal."

"Oh, but you seem to have forgotten it... forget it, it’s not like this, it’s like I want to do a wedding with you," Su Shixue.

Ye Fan snorted. "What do you say? I immediately started to prepare! I took the wedding photo this week!"