Espada Chegando: Começo como um pequeno demônio da raça demoníaca, encontro Dong San Geng
[Dong Jianxian, antes eu não tinha escolha, agora quero ser um bom demônio.] A boa notícia é que Lu Yun viajou para outro mundo, e é justamente o mundo de Espadas que ele mais gosta. A má notícia é que ele se tornou um membro da raça dos demônios, e encontrou Dong Sangen, que estava explorando as terras selvagens. "Grande Espadachim Dong, na verdade eu pertenço à raça dos demônios, mas meu coração está na Cidade do Qi da Espada!" Apesar da má sorte de ter se tornado um demônio, Lu Yun tem um sonho. "Ou levo uma vida sem brilho, ou tenho uma vida grandiosa. Já que viajei para cá, tenho que fazer algo significativo!"
Espada Chegando: Começo como um pequeno demônio da raça demoníaca, encontro Dong San Geng
The middle-aged man with the sword at his waist glanced at the boy and gave a faint smile.
“So you know I’m a sword immortal?”
The boy’s face went stiff. He had forgotten one thing: he was now in a monster’s body, and the sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall would never let a monster off easily.
“Master Sword Immortal, if I told you I’m not a monster, would you believe me?”
The man’s smile widened. He drew his sword and rested the blade on the boy’s shoulder.
“If I told you I’m not Dong Sange from the Sword Qi Great Wall, would you believe me?”
“I would, I would!” The boy nodded so hard it looked as if his head might fall off, his face full of sycophantic flattery.
“Then come along. Lead the way.”
The man sheathed his sword and strode ahead without a second thought.
The boy hurried after him, finally letting out a breath.
No matter what Dong Sange intended, his life was temporarily safe.
“By the way, where is your home?” Dong Sange asked suddenly. “I want to meet your sister.”
The boy froze, then stammered, “S-Sword Immortal, that’s really not necessary. My sister is just average-looking, really…”
“Lead the way.”
Dong Sange looked back, narrowing his eyes.
The boy instantly felt a chill run down his spine and quickly agreed.
“I’ll take you there right away, Master Sword Immortal. Please show mercy. My sister is a good person, no, a good monster…”
Dong Sange only smiled and said nothing, merely fastening the sword known as One-Zhang-High back at his waist.
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