To kill the king, the son will kill the father

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, when Su Mo woke up, the room was as quiet as night.

He opened his eyes and felt the faint fragrance of gardenia.

Looking sideways, I saw a girl in a bohemian dress lying on the table, breathing lightly.

He stood up gently and found that the girl had fallen asleep. One or two strands of hair covered her childish cheeks with a little baby fat. Her fair face was slightly pink due to sleepiness, like the sunset at dusk.

cloud.

It is not difficult to imagine that she must have slept on the other side of the headrest at first, but her hands were sore while sleeping and her face was a little painful from being pressed, so she switched sides.

I don’t know what she was dreaming about, but a little crystal water could be seen on her slightly opened mouth.

Even Su Mo had to admit that even taking into account the slight disadvantage of her figure, her appearance still overwhelmingly ranked first.

Just when Su Mo was hesitating whether it would be better to let her sleep like this or move her to the bed, Xia Mi opened her eyes sleepily as if she felt his gaze.

Through the mental imprint, she confirmed that it was Su Mo's aura behind her, but she was not wary.

After yawning slightly, she asked slowly.

"Are you awake? What time is it now?"

"It's two o'clock now."

Su Mo reported for duty and confirmed the time when he woke up.

"Well, is it already two o'clock?"

The girl stretched slightly, her curves were youthful and beautiful.

She was about to say something, but suddenly her movements froze.

"It's over!"

She looked at Su Mo with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Su Mo looked at her doubtfully.

"I'm still making soup! Isn't it a lake?"

Xia Mi stood up with a snap, got up and rushed back immediately.

Looking at her fiery figure, Su Mo had to admit that this was the complete Xia Mi.

After he closed the door, he came to the next door.

I found that the girl was hurriedly taking down the pork rib soup from the gas stove. Fortunately, she turned on a low heat and did not burn it dry.

Seeing that the pot seemed a bit hot, Su Mo immediately took it from Xia Mi and wondered.

"Didn't you say you called me when you were eating?"

"Seeing that you sleep like a pig and can't wake up, I don't bother to wake you up!"

Xia Mi pointed his red fingers under the faucet and said without looking back.

This is a lie.

She actually didn't try to wake Su Mo up. After all, even from morning to noon, she only had four or five hours of sleep, which was not enough for normal sleep, so she was prepared to wait a few more hours. She had nothing to do anyway, so there was no need to rush him.

The reason why I chose to make soup is because it can be eaten at any time after it is heated.

"Sorry, I overslept."

Su Mo didn't know whether it was true or not, he just thought he was sleeping too deeply.

While Xia Mi was quickly placing the bowls, he remembered something and said to Su Mo.

"By the way, I asked someone about the name of the ancient alchemy sword you want to check."

"oh?"

Su Mo immediately looked over curiously.

He had previously thought about whether to issue a consultation without making people suspect that it was an antique. After all, this kind of weapon, which was at least from the Qin and Han Dynasties, was very valuable just to hold it. He didn't expect Xia Mi to get it done so quickly?

"What is your name?"

"I heard that guy say that this is a flat steel sword, also called a pine pattern sword. The pattern looks like fish intestines. It should be the famous dagger in history——"

Having said this, Xia Mi paused slightly, as if he was planning to give it a try.

But Su Mo already understood what she meant.

"Specialized to assassinate Wang Liao, is this the Fish Intestine Sword forged by the legendary swordsmith Ou Yezi?"

He directly opened the drawer under both the dining table and the desk, held the black dagger in his hand, and finally understood the cold light contained in the dagger.

"If it were this sword, it wouldn't be surprising if it could stab you."

Su Mo said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean by this?"

Xia Mi gave him food with a dark face.

"I have told you so many times that I was just attacked by a sneak attack, and I did not use my full strength. I was not injured by the next generation!"

She reminded Su Mo emphatically that some things should not be said carelessly.

"No, I didn't mean to belittle you."

Su Mo shook his head.

"I just remembered an allusion. It is said that after the Yuchang Sword was successfully forged, a swordsman named Xue Zhu made a sword for him and gave an evaluation, saying that the Yuchang Sword is unreasonable and cannot be obeyed.

To kill the king, and the son to kill the father.'"

It was obviously just a dagger, but the evaluation given was contrary to logic and order. This was a very harsh evaluation in ancient times where order of hierarchy was important.

"In other words, this sword is specially designed to defeat the top?"

Xia Mi understood what Su Mo wanted to express.

This is a sword used to kill kings and fathers. It is perfectly reasonable for dragons to use this sword to stab the dragon king.

"That's right! So don't worry about letting me use it? Aren't you worried about me overpowering you?"

Su Mo asked Xia Mi with interest.

Giving this kind of sword to subordinates is a bit similar to the mercury sword "AZOTH" in the moon world. Whoever gives it away will be stabbed.

Hearing this, Xia Mi was speechless.

"It's the 21st century! Do you still believe in those feudal superstitions?"

She looked at Su Mo as if she were illiterate.

"The so-called unreasonable dissatisfaction is just to evaluate the performance of this sword. After all, with Setsuna's speed realm, even low-level hybrids or dragons can kill high-level hybrids or dragons, so that's why

They would say, 'The minister kills the king, the son kills the father'."

"As for wanting to defeat superiors, do you think you and this sword are my opponent?"

Xia Mi raised his head proudly, and the confidence of the Dragon King came to his face.

Su Mo couldn't refute Xia Mi's words.

The alchemical items in this world simply contain the alchemical field and have no other special powers.

but--

"Usually the people who fall for this kind of flag are people like you who don't believe it at all."

Su Mo kindly reminded.

"Hmph! It sounds like you have the ability to resist me. It's just a test."

Xia Mi rolled her eyes at him and didn't take Su Mo's words seriously.

I don't know if he felt that Su Mo's strength could not exceed his own.

I still feel that the other party will never betray me.

After a late lunch.

Xia Mi originally didn't plan to go to the Nibelungen. After all, it was already three o'clock, and even if he went there, he wouldn't be able to exercise for long.

But Su Mo still forcefully pulled her over and took her to see Fenrir.

Of course, watching Fenrir is incidental, mainly for the breeding experience points he contributes.

As for Xia Mi, he was his tool for gaining Fenrir’s experience points.

[Feeding: LV1: 5800/10000 (Your feeding has successfully won the favor of the wild dragon king. He thinks it is your appearance that makes his sister often see him, and he has a very good impression of you)]

Looking at the skill panel in front of him, Su Mo looked at Fenrir with a disappointed look.

"Gouzi, you have changed!"
To be continued...