Xuanyuan Sword Sheath
Di Tian, who had an apron around his waist, stood in front of the tea table. His eyes flickered.
Ye Zichen glanced up at him. After such a long time, it seemed like he'd already gotten used to doing housework. Ye Zichen could tell from the way he picked up a rag that it was very natural.
"You know? Then tell me what it is."
"I'm afraid you'll be scared to death if I tell you."
Di Tian swung his braid, causing it to nearly hit Ye Zichen's face.
"I really want to cut off your braid."
Ye Zichen rolled up his sleeves and was about to grab him. Di Tian quickly took a step back and said vigilantly.
"You cannot cut my braids!"
"Then tell me quickly!" Ye Zichen rolled his eyes at him in annoyance. Hearing that, Di Tian muttered, "You're acting so arrogant even though you're asking for help. I wonder who taught you that."
"Elder Hou …"
Seeing this, Third Fatty Jin knew that this was his chance to suck up to him.
He stretched his neck and opened his mouth, but Di Tian covered his mouth with his hand. Recently, he had been lectured by the Hou brothers many times. The injuries on his body had not healed yet, and he did not want to be abused again.
"Stop shouting!"
That hand just so happened to be the hand that was holding the cloth. Third Fatty Jin's face instantly turned green.
Bang.
He raised his hand and pushed Di Tian away before opening his mouth and shouting.
"Boss Hou!"
Whoosh.
The Hou brothers instantly appeared in the living room. They had clearly formed a tacit understanding. He didn't say anything as he walked towards Di Tian.
"If they hit me, don't even think about knowing what it is!"
"Are you threatening me?" Ye Zichen glared, then indicated towards the Hou brothers. "Teach him a lesson!"
Ding dong dong.
A blood-curdling scream rang out. Di Tian grimaced in pain as he raised the white rag in his hand, as if he was raising a white flag...
The Hou brothers saw the rag in his hand and stopped.
From the looks of it, this wasn't the first time this had happened.
"Don't hit me anymore. If you hit me again, I won't be able to take it anymore." Di Tian got up from the ground and sat cross-legged on the ground. At the same time, he tossed the rag aside and said, "If you guys continue to beat me like this, then just kill me."
"You dare to threaten me?"
Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows. Di Tian was rather straightforward this time, so he shrugged.
"Go on, just kill me. I've had enough of being beaten every day. I admit that my position here is the lowest. I've done some outrageous things in the past, and I'm here to atone for them. But I know the laws here. Even if he's a murderer, he won't be beaten like this in prison! "
"You're right."
Ye Zichen squinted his eyes. When Di Tian shrugged just now, he did see that the brat was covered in bruises through his sleeves.
From the looks of it, he had been beaten up quite a lot. Otherwise, he wouldn't be like this.
"Then just tell me what it is. If I'm satisfied with what you say, then I'll tell them not to hit you in the future."
"Is that true?"
Di Tian's expression brightened. He didn't have any great pursuits now.
After being beaten up for so long, his temper had been beaten out of him. Right now, he didn't want to seek revenge. All he wanted was to stop being beaten up.
"Really!" Ye Zichen nodded. "You can say it now, right?"
"Then I'll tell you."
Di Tian crawled up from the ground and reached out to touch the patterns on the hilt of his sword. A solemn expression covered his face. After a long while, he finally spoke with a serious expression.
"This is the hilt of an ancient divine artifact, Xuan-Yuan Sword."
"F * ck off, who are you trying to trick here?" Third Fatty Jin raised his eyebrows and cursed. "Everyone knows that Xuan-Yuan Sword was lost in the battle between the Yellow Emperor and its owner, and that the hilt was cut in half. This is clearly the complete hilt. You're saying that this is Xuan-Yuan Sword? "
"You saw it with your own eyes?" Di Tian squinted his eyes. Third Fatty Jin was instantly speechless.
"Rumors say that Xuan-Yuan Sword was indeed lost, and that the hilt was also cut in half. However, no one has seen it. All of this is merely a legend. It is very possible for it to be cut in half, and it might have been lost along with Xuan-Yuan Sword. "
Di Tian was very domineering when he talked about Xuan-Yuan Sword.
Then, he continued, "What's more, Xuan-Yuan Sword is an ancient divine artifact. Everything has a spirit, and Xuan-Yuan Sword naturally has a spirit as well. Do you dare to say that Xuan-Yuan Sword's hilt doesn't have a spirit? Perhaps, after the hilt was cut in half, the damaged hilt fused back together under the influence of the spirit! What right do you have to say that I'm bullshitting? "
Ye Zichen glanced at Di Tian, then at Third Fatty Jin.
It was clear that Di Tian was very confident, but Third Fatty Jin was a bit weaker, and was unable to retort at all.
Ye Zichen squinted his eyes and looked at the sword sheath on the table!
Xuan-Yuan Sword was his weapon before he reincarnated. If it really was the Xuan-Yuan Sword's sheath, then it should be able to resonate with him.
For example, Soul Pearl Yiyuan was very intimate with him the moment it saw him.
However, the Xuan-Yuan Sword's sheath did not react at all, and merely laid in the gauze.
"How can you prove that it really is Xuan-Yuan Sword!?" Ye Zichen asked.
"My words are proof," Di Tian's eyes were filled with passion. Di Tian's eyes were filled with fervor. "Almost all the Loose Immortals treat the Yellow Emperor as their idol, and I'm no exception! I know everything about the Yellow Emperor. Since Xuan-Yuan Sword is the divine artifact that always accompanied the Yellow Emperor, I naturally researched it a lot. Although the patterns on the hilt are partially covered by rust, I am still certain that it is the Xuan-Yuan Sword's sheath! "
"…"
Ye Zichen's face was filled with helplessness.
I didn't think that this brat is actually a fanatical fan of the Yellow Emperor, but he still went against me. I wonder if he would break down if he knew that I am the Yellow Emperor's reincarnation.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You don't believe me?" Di Tian's face was filled with a hint of anger. "You actually suspect that I would misjudge the Yellow Emperor's divine artifact. That is the greatest insult to me!"
"…"
Ye Zichen was completely speechless.
After a long while, Ye Zichen raised his hand and wrapped the hilt with gauze. Di Tian instantly panicked and reached out to stop him.
"What are you doing? You can't touch the Yellow Emperor's weapon even if it is the hilt!"
"Then what should I do? Worship it?" Ye Zichen rolled his eyes.
"It's not impossible," Di Tian nodded after a brief hesitation. Di Tian hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I'll set up a sign for the Yellow Emperor later. Place the scabbard in front of him."
"Stop being so stupid," Ye Zichen snorted in annoyance.
Ye Zichen snorted in annoyance. The brat still wanted to persist. Ye Zichen glared at him.
"I think you want to get beaten up again."
"No, I don't want to get beaten up." Di Tian hurriedly raised his hand and tried to find a way out of this embarrassing situation. "You can take the hilt of the Yellow Emperor's sword if you want. It's useless to you anyway. Even if the Yellow Emperor is angry, he'll be looking for you. It has nothing to do with me. "
"Then why are you still babbling here!" He lifted his leg and kicked his leather drum. At the same time, he took out his WeChat to exchange for a Rejuvenation Pill.
However, the moment he took out his phone, his phone vibrated violently.
"Brother, save me!"
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