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Gan Yuxuan looked down at the blood sword for a moment. As the leader of the hidden guards, the blood sword did not have enough brains, so he asked many questions about the White Eagle Feather. Under the guidance of the White Eagle Feather, the blood sword gained some benefits and completed some tasks.

He had never questioned or warned the blood sword of anything until now. The blood sword had been incited by the white eagle feathers and acted on its own accord.

"That's it. In the future, just keep an eye on the White Hawk Feather and keep an eye on his movements."

Although the White Eagle Feather didn't follow its master for as long as he did, after following its master for a short period of time, it became highly valued by its master. It gradually began to be treated as a trusted confidant and was entrusted with a heavy responsibility. He didn't want his lord to be suspicious of the white eagle feathers and wanted him to monitor them.

If that was the case, would his master also have some suspicions towards him, thinking that he had been too intimate with the White Hawk Feather?

With that thought, the blood sword lowered its head and gave a low grunt of agreement, before lowering its head and staring deeply at Gan Jianxuan's toes.

He had followed his lord for more than five years, risking his life countless times, but he still couldn't gain the lord's trust?

Grief, coldness and desolation rose from the bottom of the blood sword. He did not dare to reveal them, and could only bow his head and bow to the ground.

"Raise your head."

The blood sword slowly raised its head, straightened its body, and then knelt down. It lowered its eyes slightly, not daring to meet Gan Yuxuan's gaze.

"Do you still hate me?"

"Master …"

The blood sword raised its head in astonishment as it met Gan Yixuan's dark and gloomy eyes, looking at him coldly.

"My lord, how could I dare to hate my lord? My lord is the owner of the blood sword, and the blood sword is nothing more than my lord's servant."

"You don't dare?"

"My lord, how could this subordinate possibly hate my lord? This subordinate's life was bestowed by my lord, and this body belongs to my lord. To my lord, I can only feel gratitude and fear, and absolutely no hatred."

"Never hated me?"

Xue Jian muttered to himself for a moment before lowering his head slightly, "That is not so. When this subordinate followed Master just now, I did hate you. After that, I followed my lord for a long time, and the hatred in my subordinate's heart had long since disappeared. If not for my lord's kindness, I would have died long ago.

Gan Yuxuan looked at the blood sword nonchalantly, then slightly squinted his eyes.

"My Lord, if it wasn't for my Lord's leniency, this subordinate would have already turned into a pile of bones. I don't know where he is now. This subordinate should have been my lord's servant, and thanks to my lord's grace to use me as a secret guard, to have me serve by my lord's side, this subordinate will forever be grateful. "

"You're different from White Hawk Feather. You'll understand in the future."

"Yes, your subordinate is slow-witted."

Gan Yuxuan sighed, "Now you won't understand. The reason this grandpa can keep you by my side is to trust you."

"Thank you for your trust, this subordinate will not disappoint you."

The Bloody Sword suddenly raised his head and looked at Gan Jianxuan, "My lord, this subordinate is willing to follow my lord for the rest of his life, serving by my lord's side, and serve my lord until his death."

Gan Yuxuan lightly patted the blood sword on the shoulder with a gentle expression: "I understand your heart, but you never had too much scheming. This is also why I kept you by my side back then."

"Thank you for your trust, my lord."

The blood sword became excited and lowered its head.

He was originally a prisoner under the capture of Gan Shuxuan, and should have been sentenced to death. It wouldn't have been excessive even if he were to cut him into pieces.

At that time, there were only two choices for the blood sword. One was to die, and the other was to be kept alive as a servant and to serve.

He was not willing to die just like that, and in the end, he chose to lower his head and submit under the feet of the Mysterious Master, willingly serving the Mysterious Master. Gan Yuxuan did not repudiate him as a servant. He accepted the blood sword as a secret guard and did things for him.

When he accepted the blood sword back then, it was because he cherished the talent. Despite knowing that the blood sword had killing intent towards him, he still kept the blood sword by his side.

How many times had Blood Sword wanted to kill Gan Qianyu? How many times had Blood Sword hesitated to make a move?

The longer he stayed by Gan Jianxuan's side, the deeper the fear the blood sword had towards Gan Jianxuan. There were also several times where he deliberately allowed the assassin to approach Gan Jianxuan, even revealing his whereabouts to the enemy, putting Gan Jianxuan in a dangerous situation.

Unfortunately, every time, he didn't see any benefits to those who wanted to take advantage of Gan Xian.

After that, there were several times when he encountered danger. He thought that death was inevitable, but it was precisely Gan Gui who saved him by meticulously treating him with precious medicine and saving him from danger.

On the battlefield, there were also two times when Gan Xianxuan had personally saved him, causing him to feel grateful towards Gan Zhixuan. In addition to his usual reverence for Gan Zhixuan, in the end, he had extinguished his disobedience towards Gan Zhixuan, and was willing to die for him, without the slightest bit of ulterior motives.

"My lord, this subordinate deserves to die. He deserves to die ten thousand times for his crimes!"

The blood sword kowtowed heavily to the ground, "My lord, please grant this subordinate death. In the past, when I followed my lord, this subordinate had many times …"

"There's no need to say anymore. It's all in the past now."

Gan Yuxuan placed his hand on the shoulder of the blood sword, stopping the blood sword from continuing. He was well aware of what the blood sword had done, if he did not know what the people who had remained behind had done, he would not have lived to this moment.

"My Lord, this subordinate has let my Lord down for the kindness and virtue he has shown us. I have the Lord's trust …"

The blood sword lowered its head and prostrated itself at Gan Jianxuan's feet, crying softly. With just a few words, he understood that it was not that his master did not know, but it was just that he had always been lenient. No matter how confused he was, he understood why Gan Zhixuan wanted to stop him from speaking. Saying all of that was just a matter of the past.

"Rise, a man won't shed tears, let's see how you look like."

Gan Yuxuan said in a gentle tone, as he reached out to pull the blood sword up from the ground.

"My lord, you do not blame your subordinate for this, but your master has shown you kindness and magnanimity, and your subordinate has no face to see you again. My lord, I regret this very little, so I ask you to continue serving my lord until you die." This subordinate has no other wish and is only willing to stay by my lord's side. Even if I have to be my lord's servant, I am still willing. "

"I understand your heart, and I should think more about what I'm going to do in the future. Why not ask me directly instead of being controlled by others?"

"Yes, your subordinate understands."

He really did not dare to do so. After following Gan Jianxuan for so many years, the reverence for Gan Jianxuan grew deeper within his heart, and he did not even dare to breathe in front of Gan Jianxuan.

Perhaps it was because many years ago, he had betrayed the kindness of Gonggong Xuan and did not kill him. Later on, he had done something that was sorry for Gonggong Xuan and in front of him, the blood sword could not even lift up its head, it did not dare to look straight at him.

"Go down."

The blood sword kowtowed and left. He found a few hidden guards and whispered some instructions. Then, he returned to the front of the tent and kneeled down again.

The White Hawk Feather had both hands on the ground as it looked at everything. It saw the blood sword enter the tent, and then walk out of the tent to make some arrangements. He did not ask, nor could he ask. After this time, perhaps the blood sword would walk further away from him and would not respect him or listen to his orders like it did in the past.

This time, he was still a bit too anxious. His heart was a bit unstable, so he couldn't act in such a manner. He had to calm down and act with caution.