Chapter 222 (1/2)

It was just dawn when Yan Qingyang opened her eyes and got out of bed. She looked around but didn't find Mu Tianhe.

Why? Where are the people? Suspiciously, Yan Qingyang opened the door and went to the corridor. Looking down from the railing, he saw a man in the yard. He was dressed in white and bent over. He was pulling grass!

It's Mu Tianhe.

Yan Qingyang jumped down from the second floor.

”Chi, the little girl is sleeping at ease. Hurry up! Cut the grass for me! Don't go out until you finish mowing! ” A man's voice came.

It turned out that it was the old man with beard and hair yesterday. At this time, he sat up from the grass and seemed to be carrying dew. Yan Qingyang almost suspected that he had been sleeping in the yard all night.

She took another look at Mu Tianhe. She was shocked. Mu Tianhe was concentrating on mowing. The problem was that he was using his own streamer sword!

Shua Shua, ”Ouch!” All of a sudden, Mu Tianhe screamed, straightened up, his left arm quickly wrapped in a mass of green, and soon wrapped around his arm, the next moment will be wrapped around his chest.

It was the weeds.

Shua Shua, the old man's robe sleeve swung, a ray of white light hit the past, cut off the weeds, and then the ray of white light returned to his sleeve, the cut weeds in Mu Tianhe's arm stayed for half a moment, and finally fell down one after another, and at this time, Mu Tianhe was pale, his feet were empty, he stepped back two steps, almost fell down.

Yan Qingyang quickly helped him.

”Hum, how many times have I said that you are not allowed to use spiritual power. Who let you use spiritual power?” The old man's stern voice came.

Mu Tianhe is holding his Liuguang sword in his left hand, which is also covered with weeds.

”But, master, I can't cut without spirit power?” Mu Tianhe has some grievances.

”Hum, don't take your life if you dare to use the spirit power!” The old man snorted coldly, raised his sleeve, revealed a white knife, and said, ”you can't cut because your sword is too blunt! Don't you think I cut well just now? ”

The short knife in the old man's sleeve looks very common. It doesn't even look like a magic weapon.

”Master, can I borrow your knife?” Yan Qingyang said quickly.