Every time he thinks about that scene, he feels a sense of frustration. Are you guys okay with bullying a sword spirit who hasn’t even woken up? !
Moreover, when he was fully awake, he found that he could not remember anything from before, including who he was and why he had become a sword spirit… The only thing he could remember was that he was the sword spirit of the ancient sword from the bottomless abyss.
Upon thinking about this, Jiang Yu’s face turned black again. The loss of his memory was most likely related to their half-baked summoning.
What’s most hateful is that, even though he, the ancient sword spirit, had honoured his promise and was willing to humble himself by accepting a young girl as his master, this woman not only wasn’t grateful, but actually went so far as to give him orders, forbidding him to do this and that. It was simply too much!
Jiang Yu thought about this, and instantly his evil thoughts grew. He raised his hand and touched Congyuan behind him…
The young woman standing behind the counter looked down at the account book, not at all bothered by the manic breathing in her ear and the cold blade pressed against her neck. Her long black hair hung behind her pale ear lobes, moving slightly in the wind from the sword.
Her slender fingers gently tapped the wooden beads on the abacus, and the crisp sound echoed through the quaint pharmacy with her movements.
After crossing out the numbers at the end of the ledger, Hua Ling casually set down the red pen. ‘Jiang Yu, how many times have I told you, don’t float around when there’s nothing to do. You’ll scare the customers. You’ve been here for two months, how come you still haven’t gotten used to walking on the ground?’
‘And,’ Hua Ling glanced up at him, paused, ‘streaking is a sickness that needs to be treated. Go back and put some clothes on.’
Jiang Yu instantly exploded: ‘Don’t tell me what to do!’
The nine-foot-tall man was floating in the air half-naked. He had broad shoulders and a broad back, wrapped in a thin layer of evenly proportioned bronze-coloured muscles. The only covering on his entire body was the loincloth wrapped around his waist. His long, dark blue hair was tied casually behind his head, his handsome eyebrows tied in a pretty knot, but his dark purple pupils were full of anger.
Hua Ling shook her head and walked out from behind the counter, leaving the account book in her hands.
At first glance, this guy looks like a handsome god from the primeval era, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he reveals his uncivilised barbarian nature. In another sense, he is someone you can admire from afar but not someone you want to mess with…
She patted the back of the man’s hand soothingly, ‘Be a good boy, and I’ll buy you your favourite flower wine later.’
Jiang Yu was still frowning persistently.
Hua Ling held up a finger: ‘Plus a roasted goose from Chen’s.’
The man looked down on her indifferently, unmoving.