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Helian Manqiu held her forehead. She really did not have any memories. Perhaps Helian Manqiu's soul had not told her about this trivial matter.

"Cough cough, now I know. As soon as I unsheathe my sword, I know that this Evil Sword Sect requires drinking blood in order to return to its sheath. Is there no living thing, Eber? It's fine if he's half dead. "

Looking up, it was clear as day. There were no clouds in sight, not even a crow, not even a sparrow.

Helian Manqiu also frowned. In this army camp filled with soaring killing intent, which blind bird would dare to fly over this place?

"How many of the prey we brought yesterday are still alive? They should still be here, Young General, please wait."

Why did he have the intention of hastily ordering people to bring the prey that he had left here last night? These were all brought here by Helian Manqiu when she came to the barracks to pay her respects to Gan Jianxuan. It was the team she had sent out to loot the property and kill the bandits. She had also brought back many prey, which she had conveniently sent over to Gan Yuxuan in order to improve his life.

Some of the prey was left in the barracks, while others were sent back to the garrison.

The prey left in the barracks, as instructed by Helian Manqiu, was given to the lord for a change of taste. Of course, the subordinates that were willing to give it to Xuan did not dare to move carelessly.

"Aooo …"

"Howl …"

A few miserable and peculiar cries rang out from not far away from Gan Jianxuan's tent. Helian Manqiu was panting heavily while holding her treasured sword with both hands. It was truly a deathly heavy sound. He had killed two prey with this damned treasure sword, but the result was so miserable.

She was tired and out of breath. Her hands were weak and her eyes were full of tears after her prey died.

You suck, you suck, I'll see how much blood you suck. How are you a treasured sword? You're just a vampire!

In his heart, Helian Manqiu secretly belittled the Ten Thousand Slashes. She simply soaked the ten thousand slashes in a basin filled with blood, looked at the ten thousand slashes, and sucked the blood all the way to the sword hilt. The blade of the Myriad Manifestation Swords appeared to be a bizarre purplish black color. The body of the sword vibrated as if it had a life of its own.

She seriously suspected that this damned vampiric sword was made from sucking blood.

"Young General, it should be enough."

What did he mean by covering his face? Could he say that he didn't know this young general?

Using the Lord's famous and famous 10,000 people to slaughter goats and wild boars, wasn't that a little too big?

This was 10,000 slashes, 10,000 slashes!

To use such a world-famous treasured blade to slaughter prey was simply a blasphemy to the name of the Ten Thousand Slaughter. If the Ten Thousand Slaughter were to find out, how would it feel?

"Is it ready?"

With both hands, Helian Manqiu pulled the Myriad Demons Slash out of the blood basin and stared at the Vampiric Treasure Sword.

A drop of blood dripped down from the tip of the Myriad Manifestation Sword. Soon after, there was no more blood dripped down. Amidst the dark and gloomy colors, there was a hint of purplish black that was thick with blood. There was still not a trace of light, and the silence emitted an endless coldness under the sunlight.

Maybe this sword could be used in summer as an air-conditioner?

"Let's discuss this. Have you drank enough blood? If you have enough, how about we go back and sleep first? "

Inside the tent, two people were standing at the entrance. One of them bowed slightly and opened the tent curtain a crack, while the other stood tall and was watching the scene outside.

The corner of their lips were twitching nonstop, especially Returning Dust. His face was twisted as if he was going insane, and his hands were also trembling slightly.

That was the master's treasured sword, the treasured sword that loved to kill, the one that made the enemy tremble in fear!

Why did that young general have to go kill chickens and sheep?

If one let 10,000 people behead and drink the blood of beasts, it was unknown just how the 10,000 people beheaded and drank the blood of beasts. The question was, could animal blood replace human blood?

Fortunately, there was quite a bit of blood. It was filled to the brim with a large basin, the kind used to wash clothes.

"Serve some food for the lord at noon. How about a barbecue?"

"Yes, Young General."

The colourful earthworm like scar on his face constantly twisted, as if he was about to climb down from that hideous face of his. He lowered his head to stare at the blood basin and prey, not knowing what to say.

"Then it's decided. Let me tell you what to do. The taste must be extremely good. Call Uncle Chen and the others over and taste it together."

"Yes, Young General."

He could only nod his head and not say anything else. He looked speechlessly at the treasured sword in Helian Manqiu's hand.

"So heavy."

Helian Manqiu said with dissatisfaction, "Yunbo, hold the sheath and help me put this ghost sword back to sleep. You shouldn't have brought it out for air and paid for it, really. "

His face twitched incessantly. He extended his hand to pick up the sheath and placed it on the blade of the Myriad Manifestation Slash.

Helian Manqiu slightly exerted her strength and put the ten thousand slashes back into the scabbard.

"Zheng …"

The Myriad Demons Beheading Technique seemed to be very dissatisfied with Helian Manqiu's words. It let out an extremely slight buzzing sound and went back into the sheath, refusing to show its head.

Ten Thousand Slaughter had an inkling of what was going on, and it was definitely going to be extremely aggrieved. How could it have been given the animal's blood to drink?

Helian Manqiu patted her Ten Thousand Slaughter. "Be a good girl and make do with today. The next time someone comes to assassinate me, I'll catch a few assassins and let you drink them up."

She estimated that the Myriad Manifestation Sword in the end was a treasured sword. Although it had intelligence, no, even though it contained a demonic aura and killing intent, it was still impossible to differentiate between human blood and animal blood. As long as it was blood, it could pacify the restlessness and restlessness of the Myriad Execution.

The ten thousand slashes returned to the sheath, not a single sound could be heard.

Helian Manqiu heaved a sigh of relief. This grandpa was not easy to serve. Fortunately, he did not show any dissatisfaction because it was the blood of an animal.

She placed the sword on her lap again, and for some reason called the camp's chef over, telling him how to deal with the prey she had just killed with a hundred thousand people. He decided that this would be the biggest barbecue since he transmigrated, and he wanted to make these people lose their tongues.

Perhaps, she could use this method to tie that man's stomach, making him unwilling to chase her away and keep her by his side. That way, she could seize the opportunity to discover that there was something wrong with Gan Jianxuan and his loopholes.

"Uncle Yi, send the sword over to the lord. I'm going to personally cook and send someone to invite Uncle Chen and the others over. Tell the lord that the master is giving a banquet for lunch."

"Yes, this lowly general obeys."

He raised the sword with both hands and lowered his head to look at Helian Manqiu as he whispered, "Young General, are you really going to personally cook?"

"Can't I?"

Helian Manqiu suddenly thought of something. Could this Great Hengkong Empire be a gentleman that was distant from the kitchen?

"You will …"

The corner of her lips twitched once again. This lady had always been the type to eat, so how could she cook anything? However, he could not say these words out loud. There were still many people around who were willing to serve as his bodyguards, so he could only agree and send them back to the tent with a sword in his hand.