"I think we should have a good chat. As for this sword, it is something outside of the body, so don't care too much. Come on, I count three numbers and we will throw away the sword together." Lin Dong really didn't have the strength to continue confronting Mu Qing'er.

For a whole night, Lin Dong was either confronting Mu Qing'er or on the way to confront Mu Qing'er.

Why do I say that I was on the way to confront Mu Qing'er? It was mainly because Lin Dong put water twice at night and casually solved the major project of food migration.

"Okay, I have no objection." Mu Qing'er nodded.

"Okay, I'll start counting. You don't let go of the scepticism. When I count to three, we will throw the sword together first." Lin Dong didn't believe Mu Qing'er, so he repeated the rules again.

Similarly, Mu Qing'er didn't believe much in Lin Dong. The two of them could be said to have their own thoughts.

"one two three......"

"Why don't you throw the sword?" Lin Dong was very angry.

"Didn't you throw the sword?" Mu Qing'er was also very angry.

Lin Dong smiled awkwardly and said, "Haha, sorry, I forgot, then let's start over, I'll count again."

So Lin Dong started counting again.

"One, two, pay attention. I counted to two. When I counted to three, we will throw the sword together." Lin Dong reminded again.

"Okay, I got it, you're so nagging." Mu Qing'er rolled her eyes.

“Two-five.”

"Bang!"

Mu Qing'er threw out her sword, and then she was stunned.

"You dare to fool me..." Mu Qing'er blew her eyebrows and stared at me in anger.

"I'm really sorry, I called it wrong." Lin Dong quickly smiled and said, "Three."

"Bang!"

Lin Dong also threw out his sword.

Seeing this, Mu Qing'er's gloomy face gradually calmed down.

"You can say it now. What do you want to talk to me?" Lin Dong seemed helpless. In Lin Dong's heart, Mu Qing'er had officially classified her as a woman with big breasts and brainlessness.

This woman wanted to talk to herself, but she was still carrying a weapon and insisted on letting herself put down her weapon first. How could such a person be familiar with us? It's really a waste of time.

So, Lin Dong was full of complaints about Mu Qing'er.

Mu Qing'er didn't care about her impression in Lin Dong's heart, and she didn't care about this.

"I seemed to hear you say yesterday that you want to kill me and burn the Xianyun Sect, so I want to confirm with you, will you really do this?" When asked this question, Mu Qing'er's aura became extremely fierce, and even a little aggressive.

Lin Dong couldn't resist Mu Qing'er's aura. Without that sword, Lin Dong felt that he was just an ordinary person.

Sure enough, I shouldn't have thrown away that sword.

Lin Dong regretted it, but now, regret seems useless.

Faced with Mu Qing'er's strong attitude at this moment, Lin Dong had to choose to compromise. A good man can bend and stretch, especially in front of his wife. What's the big deal about admitting his mistake and surrendering once? After all, is the most important thing for a wife to be happy?

So, Lin Dong quickly denied: "It doesn't exist. I'm fighting with Master and He. Look, Master and He don't have the same knowledge as me, why are you taking it seriously?"

After saying this, Lin Dong felt very wronged. It was so uncomfortable to say such words against his will. Lin Dong felt as if he had suffered a critical hit in his heart.

"What you said is true?" Mu Qing'er looked at Lin Dong in surprise.

"It's true, it's really impossible to be true anymore." Lin Dong nodded quickly and agreed, and suffered another critical damage from 10,000 points in his heart.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's go back to the sect first." Mu Qing'er said that, and reached out to grab it, and her sword flew back to her hand.

Lin Dong was frightened and rushed over and grabbed his sword.

"Little baby, I will never abandon you again." Holding the short sword, Lin Dong burst into tears.

Mu Qing'er no longer cared about Lin Dong, but began to try to fly with the sword.

Although Mu Qing'er can walk and speak normally, or swing the sword or even control the sword normally, after all, her body lacks qi and blood, and it is difficult to maintain it for a long time. She tried several times but she couldn't succeed in controlling the sword. Another one almost caused a flight disaster. Fortunately, Mu Qing'er had a rich experience in flying with swords, so she stabilized the fall trend at a position less than two meters away from the ground.

Even so, Mu Qing'er was still scared and sweated.

When Mu Qing'er was about to try to fly with a sword again, Lin Dong couldn't bear it anymore and quickly stopped him and said, "Or why don't you forget it. Your injury is not healed now, and it's too difficult to control a sword. Why don't we just walk slowly, so we can cultivate feelings, and you can also learn about my brain injury. What do you think?"

"I don't think it's very good." Mu Qing'er refused directly.

"Give me a reason." Lin Dong felt that he had suffered 20,000 points of hurt in his heart and felt heartbroken.

"I want to continue flying with the sword. Don't bother me, otherwise I will take you to test the flight." Mu Qing'er roared angrily.

"Okay, I thought you were disgusting me, and you were angry with Jian Qi. Really, woman, how can you do anything with you..." Lin Dong said speechless.

At this moment, a white sword light flashed by quickly.

"call out!"

Mu Qing'er's figure instantly appeared on the distant sky.

"I'll go, no, it's really successful." Lin Dong was stunned.

Before Lin Dong could finish his feelings, he saw Mu Qing'er's figure rushing towards him. Then Lin Dong felt that his feet were empty and he actually flew up.

"What are you going to do? Don't take me with you? I'm afraid of heights. Let me down quickly, let me down. My god, you might as well want to cause an accident and kill me." Looking at the continuous mountains that were quickly retreating under your feet and the ants-sized forest on the ground, Lin Dong burst into tears.

"Don't move. If you can't hold me tightly, you deserve it if you fall down and die." Mu Qing'er scolded sternly.

"Okay, I won't move around, I'll hold you tight, and hold you tight." So Lin Dong quickly hugged Mu Qing'er's legs.

"Let me go, I'm wearing a skirt. You hooligan, do you want to pull off my skirt? You stand up for me." At this moment, Mu Qing'er really wanted to throw Lin Dong down and throw him to death.

"You flew too fast, I dare not stand up." Lin Dong shouted in a crying voice.

"It's really a shame. Just stand up and I'll grab you." Mu Qing'er was so depressed that she was dying of depression.

So, Lin Dong slowly stood up in fear and pulled Mu Qing'er tightly.

A minute later, Mu Qing'er screamed.

"Lin Chendong, where are you holding your hands? Take them away!"

"I, I, I, I... I really didn't mean it, it's just this height and distance. I want to grab you, it seems that I can only catch there..." Lin Chendong was already scared to tears. He was depressed just now, why did the touch feel so soft? It turned out to be...

"You hooligan, I want to die with you!"

"No, no, no, no, no... don't be impulsive, aren't we already married..."

"It's not okay to get married." Mu Qing'er was both annoyed and embarrassed.

"call!"

Above the blue sky, a white sword light was moving parabolicly and quickly fell to the ground.

Lin Chendong's last memory of this sword-bearing flight was that the sky was really blue, the grass was really green, the air was really fresh, and the ground seemed a little soft, but it really hurt all over his body.
Chapter completed!