Chapter 147 Waking Up

When he woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

Zheng Fan sat on the edge of the bed, his left hand on his forehead, his eyes still showing some fatigue from the residual side effects of the "stupefying drug."

At this moment, Ke Shi's voice came from the door:

"Lord, will you have lunch?"

Zheng Fan ended his contemplation and said in a slightly hoarse voice,

"Get something light."

"Yes, I understand."

After washing up, Zheng Fan walked to the front hall.

Several light dishes and a bowl of plain noodles were laid out on the table.

Ke Shi was indeed extraordinary to be able to prepare these dishes in such a short time.

Zheng Fan picked up the bowl of noodles and asked as he ate,

"Did Si Niang come back last night?"

"Reporting to my lord, she did, but she left again this morning."

Zheng Fan nodded.

He didn't eat much before putting down his chopsticks and walking alone to the backyard.

There was a relatively open area in the backyard, with a weapon rack and a large water tank, which was usually where Lord Zheng practiced martial arts.

He stepped forward and drew his saber.

Aside from some basic movements, Zheng Fan didn't have any fixed routines when practicing his saber techniques. Anyway, he could just pick a Demon King to practice with him whenever he needed to.

After practicing for nearly an hour, Zheng Fan flicked his saber, and the flying saber returned to the weapon rack.

Immediately afterwards,

Zheng Fan took off his shirt and entered the water tank.

"Lord."

Ke Shi had been paying attention to the movements in the courtyard. She had also figured out some of Zheng Fan's habits, and at this time, she took the initiative to come over and offer him a chilled drink.

Zheng Fan reached out to take it, but stopped.

"You drink it."

"Huh?"

"Drink it."

"Yes, Lord."

Ke Shi took a sip and looked at Zheng Fan.

Seeing that Zheng Fan didn't react, she could only take several more sips. Her body couldn't handle something so cold, but she had no choice.

"Alright, go prepare another cup for me."

"Yes, Lord."

Zheng Fan leaned back, his back against the wall of the water tank.

Then, with a "clang," the cup shattered, and Ke Shi fainted on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Fan, sitting in the water tank, cupped water in his hands and splashed it on his face. He leaned his head back, looked at the sky, and smiled.

Then, Zheng Fan stood up, walked out of the water tank, came to the weapon rack, and drew the saber he had just put back.

Perhaps because the weather was hot, Zheng Fan felt particularly irritable today.

Irritable when he woke up, irritable when practicing martial arts, and still irritable even when soaking himself in the water tank.

Especially when Ke Shi fainted on the ground, that emotion instantly filled Zheng Fan's limbs.

Some things...

He could laugh it off once,

But if it were to happen again and again...

He wouldn't want it.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

There were no other sounds from the courtyard, only Zheng Fan standing with his saber and Ke Shi fainted on the ground.

"Come out," Zheng Fan said.

He knew that someone must be "peeking" here.

Finally, a face of Xue San appeared in the pond in the courtyard.

Xue San slowly climbed out of the pond, shook off the water droplets on his body, and looked at Zheng Fan.

Two daggers kept sliding up and down his wrists and arms.

The expression on his face also kept switching from indifference to embarrassment to flattery.

In short, San Ye was very conflicted now.

On one hand, according to the information provided by Fan Li, he should go up and show the lord a thing or two, and then obtain an advancement like Fan Li.

But on the other hand, looking at the lord standing there with a saber, he was a little hesitant.

In fact, whether it was Zheng Fan, this lord, or the seven Demon Kings who were subordinates, although they went back and forth calling each other "Lord" in daily life, no one really took the "master-servant" relationship seriously.

However, after being together for so long, Xue San was really a little reluctant to fall out.

Among the seven Demon Kings, the one who was publicly recognized as the dumbest had already advanced, and none of the other Demon Kings were truly fools.

Xue San also knew that if he chose wrongly and something went wrong, he might not only fail to level up, but also face the risk of being "deleted."

Finally, Xue San made a decision.

He fixed a "flattering" smile on his face and said to Zheng Fan:

"Lord, would you believe me if I said this was all just an accident?"

Zheng Fan didn't answer, but instead charged directly over with his saber.

Xue San's eyes narrowed, and his figure flashed away from the spot. Zheng Fan's saber struck the floor tiles, and the tiles in that area cracked.

"Lord, misunderstanding! It's really a misunderstanding!"

As soon as Xue San finished speaking, Zheng Fan's other saber came over again.

Left with no choice, Xue San could only pull out his dagger and forcibly block Zheng Fan's saber. The collision of weapons caused a slight obstruction, and Xue San used this opportunity to create some distance again.

"Lord, can we put down our weapons so I can kneel before you and talk properly?"

Zheng Fan ignored him and continued to slash horizontally.

Xue San retreated again.

In fact, logically speaking, because of their combat experience and the strength of their bloodlines, the Demon Kings could basically achieve invincibility at the same level, unless they encountered some talented individuals like Chen Daxia. Moreover, they could even challenge those of a higher level.

Therefore, although Zheng Fan was now a sixth-rank martial artist and Xue San was still a seventh-rank, Xue San's physique and combat awareness were there. As long as he didn't engage in close combat with Zheng Fan, he could still manage to maneuver around with ease.

After all, if he couldn't win, he could still run.

"Lord, let's talk nicely. Can San'er apologize to you?"

Zheng Fan slashed again.

Xue San retreated rapidly, rolling several times on the ground, dodging another saber strike.

"Lord, misunderstanding! It's really a misunderstanding! How about this, Lord? You rest first, and I'll go check on the construction outside. I'll come back later to apologize."

Seeing that Zheng Fan was angry, Xue San decided to avoid the limelight first.

In the end, it was still his fault this time, and he didn't feel confident.

However, just as Xue San was about to jump over the wall to escape, a black shadow smashed directly towards him, forcibly stopping Xue San in mid-air.

Xue San landed again and cursed:

"Damn it! Aren't you supposed to be watching the kids? Why are you joining in the fun!"

The one who had intercepted Xue San was Demon Pill, the black stone floating near the courtyard wall, slightly bobbing up and down.

Zheng Fan put away his saber and looked coldly at Xue San.

He didn't want to listen to Xue San's explanation, because at this time, he was in no mood to listen to these explanations.

Furthermore, no amount of explanation could change the fact that Ke Shi was still unconscious on the ground.

Zheng Fan had never really treated the Demon Kings as his servants. He didn't have such a big face, and he was very self-aware.

In Zheng Fan's view, everyone was more like a team, a group of partners gathered together. He was just the leader in name, the bond that maintained this relationship.

From the very beginning when he woke up in this world, Zheng Fan had been constantly trying to get rid of the identity of a little white rabbit living in the shadow of the Demon Kings.

At least, everyone could sit down on an equal footing, right?

But Xue San's actions today had crossed Zheng Fan's bottom line.

Yesterday, Fan Li, perhaps because of his consistent persona, Zheng Fan listened to his explanation. No matter how absurd it felt in his heart, he didn't plan to pursue it.

But it couldn't happen again. It had only been one night, and they were already coming again?

Were they trying to kill him!

Correspondingly, Zheng Fan's emotions could be sensed by Demon Pill.

Although Demon Pill didn't need to stay in the groove of Zheng Fan's armor all the time because they weren't at war now, and its main job had gradually shifted to being a childcare specialist, it was undeniable that as a soul entity and the protagonist personally drawn by Zheng Fan, it had the closest psychological connection with Zheng Fan.

Demon Pill, who was originally playing with the Little Marquis, had sensed the oppressive and angry emotions coming from Zheng Fan in the courtyard earlier.

Demon Pill was initially a little surprised, thinking that there was an enemy attack, but then Xue San's aura appeared.

Therefore, Demon Pill did not take action at first, but just watched from a distance.

It saw Zheng Fan constantly wielding his saber at Xue San.

It saw Xue San constantly explaining to Zheng Fan.

Then, it got excited!

Because it had been unhappy with these Demon Kings for a long time!

The reason for its unhappiness was simple:

It could dislike its dad, but it disliked its dad even more for adopting six other people's children behind its back!

This feeling was similar to how many young people in later generations felt when their parents wanted a second child. Not only were they taking away its love, but they were also going to take away its inheritance?

Therefore, when it realized that its dad was really angry, and when it realized that Xue San was about to escape, Demon Pill didn't even need to be summoned. It directly went forward to block the way!

Dad, are you going to beat him up?

Come on, I'll help you beat him up.

Like father, like son!

Xue San was really dumbfounded this time. If it was just Zheng Fan, he could still try to escape, but if Demon Pill joined in, then the problem would be serious.

Zheng Fan also noticed Demon Pill.

He spread out his palm, and Demon Pill understood, instantly flying into Zheng Fan's palm.

"Damn it!" Xue San cursed, taking advantage of this opportunity to turn around and prepare to escape. If he didn't escape, he would be finished!

Because the father and son had worked together many times before, when Zheng Fan actively opened his heart and mind, the infusion of Demon Pill's power became very smooth.

The next moment, a black halo began to circulate in Zheng Fan's eyes, and the bones and muscles of his body began to crack constantly.

But before everything could be adjusted, Zheng Fan suddenly rushed out!

"Whoosh!"

Xue San, who had just climbed over the courtyard wall, hadn't even landed yet when he sensed a terrible force coming from above him and immediately hid himself in the shadows.

However, Zheng Fan was now using Demon Pill's vision.

Xue San's concealment technique was a kind of "illusion" for ordinary people, but for Zheng Fan at this time, it had no shielding effect at all.

"Buzz!"

Zheng Fan's arm stretched out and accurately grabbed Xue San's neck, then pushed off the ground with one leg.

"Bang!"

Xue San's body crashed into the courtyard wall, directly smashing a hole in the wall, and then was pressed to the ground by Zheng Fan and began to rub against it all the way.

In the end, like bowling, he let go of his hand, and Xue San's body smashed the water tank like an arrow.

Afterwards, Zheng Fan stood in place, blinking from time to time, his neck twisted, and the joints of his arms and legs presenting a strange sense of disharmony.

The expression on his face was constantly changing slightly.

Perhaps because he was angry, or perhaps because Demon Pill had rarely not tried to seize control of this body during this fusion, Zheng Fan still retained his own sanity and control over his body at this time.

"Puh!"

Xue San laboriously raised his head from the porcelain shards. At this time, his clothes were tattered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood after raising his head.

When Demon Pill's power was infused into the lord's body, the lord, who was already one rank higher in strength than him, instantly possessed the strength to restrain him.

Because Demon Pill could see through most of his movements, and at the same time, its speed attached to the lord's body could offset Xue San's own speed.

If it were any other Demon King here, they could still fight a few more rounds, but there was no way, who told Xue San's own abilities to have almost no effect here?

Zheng Fan began to take steps, walking towards Xue San.

"Lord, I was wrong, I was wrong... I was really wrong... I was blinded by lard..."

Xue San was really aggrieved.

Why did Fan Li succeed last night, but when it was his turn, it was like this?

Fan Li shouldn't have lied.

Indeed, Fan Li did not lie, but in the question-and-answer session last night, Fan Li didn't answer what Xue San didn't ask.

Of course, it wasn't on purpose, because Fan Li was simple-minded, how could he think so comprehensively?

When Xue San saw Zheng Fan, who was walking over, pick up the saber that he had previously thrown on the ground, Xue San's whole heart was raised to his throat!

A great terror instantly struck!

Lord, Lord, he, he, wants to kill me?

Wants to kill me...

Wants to kill me!

Xue San's breathing began to become rapid. He felt that the scene in front of him was very absurd, but at the same time, he also knew that the fact that he had poisoned the chilled drink for the lord and secretly sneaked over was also an extremely absurd thing in itself.

An absurd thing as the cause will naturally easily lead to an equally absurd result.

...

In the small house on North Prefecture Street, next to the Plain Wild Earl's residence, which was being renovated, the Sword Saint, who was lying on the rattan chair watching Liu Dahu practice calligraphy, suddenly raised his head.

If Zheng Fan's attack on Xue San at the beginning still belonged to the scope of normal practice, then with the possession of Demon Pill, the leakage of the Demon Spirit's aura, and the damage to the courtyard wall, it would be almost impossible to hide the commotion from some people in the city.

The Sword Saint hesitated a little.

He sensed this aura but didn't know what had happened.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Liu Dahu looked up at Yu Huaping.

Yes, Liu Dahu had changed his address and was calling Yu Huaping "Dad."

It was the old lady who scolded him with a feather duster and made him kneel in front of Yu Huaping to change his address.

The old lady said that whoever he ate from, he should remember their kindness. Even animals knew this principle, and there was no reason for people not to know it.

However, Yu Huaping refused to let Liu Dahu change his surname now.

At this time, Yu Huaping wanted to ask Liu Dahu to bring his Dragon Abyss over, but he felt that it was unnecessary because he couldn't even lift the Dragon Abyss Sword now.

Perhaps some innate sensitivity was still there, but he was still a useless person now.

Even if something really happened, he would be powerless.

But precisely because he was a Sword Saint, he hated this feeling of powerlessness.

"Dahu, go outside and call the patrolling soldiers, let them go to..."

"Creak..."

The door of the courtyard was pushed open, and Liang Cheng walked in.

The Sword Saint's eyes fell on Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng bowed slightly to the Sword Saint to show his respect and then said:

"No need, it's nothing serious."

"If it's nothing serious, then what is it?" the Sword Saint asked.

"Internal sparring," Liang Cheng replied.

The Sword Saint smiled and said:

"Although I'm a cripple, there's no need to fool me like this."

Liang Cheng thought for a moment and gave another answer:

"Cleaning up the house?"

The Sword Saint frowned and immediately asked:

"An internal conflict?"

If there was an internal conflict, if someone rebelled, then it could be a war.

Thinking bigger, the Snow Sea Pass was extremely important. If it became unstable, it could even trigger a second round of barbarian invasion.

"It's not a big problem."

Seeing Liang Cheng's answer, the Sword Saint leaned back on the deck chair again and said:

"That's good."

...

Si Niang put down the ledger in her hand, and the accountants below who were listening to the task assignment were stunned.

After a while, Si Niang stood up and said:

"Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment."

The accountants immediately bowed and responded:

"We wouldn't dare."

...

Inside the ice cellar, Ah Ming was lying there quietly, crushing a piece of ice with his left hand and throwing it into his wine glass.

Then he shook it again and finally sent it into his throat.

Then he turned over.

It was cool here, suitable for a midday nap.

...

The Blind Man had stopped peeling the orange in his hand and instead brought the half-peeled orange to his nose and sniffed it.

"Tsk..."

Then, he began to peel the orange again and naturally put a piece of orange pulp into his mouth, chewing slowly.

...

In the coffin in the corner room of the back house, the person lying inside raised a finger.

His fingernails began to scrape against the coffin lid, once, once, and once again, as if he could come out at any time.

...

On the city wall, Fan Li was walking on it, inspecting the repair of the city wall, with the Sword Maid steadily sitting on his shoulder.

"Big guy, why do I feel like you're different today?"

As a natural sword embryo, she was naturally extremely sensitive to aura.

Fan Li habitually reached out his hand to scratch the back of his head and said:

"Maybe."

"Big guy, have you improved your strength?" the Sword Maid asked.

Fan Li continued to scratch his head and said:

"Maybe."

"Why aren't you happy that your realm has improved?" the Sword Maid asked.

Fan Li's eyes turned to a certain location in the city.

A simple smile appeared on his face and he said:

"Happy."

...

Zheng Fan walked towards Xue San step by step. Xue San bit his lip, just watching his lord walk over step by step.

Finally, Zheng Fan walked up to Xue San and raised his saber.

The corners of Xue San's mouth began to twitch, but he didn't beg for mercy or shout, just staring at Zheng Fan.

At this time, it could be clearly seen that black mist was constantly surrounding Zheng Fan. These black mists overflowed from Zheng Fan's body and then re-entered Zheng Fan's brain.

This was actually a kind of "instigation," a large amount of negative emotions from Demon Pill pouring into Zheng Fan's brain and sea of consciousness, like when you had something happened, your plastic bestie was constantly fanning the flames next to you.

This stalemate atmosphere did not last long, nor were there any excessive emotional ups and downs or foreshadowing.

Tears and snot, and wailing, were also completely absent.

Furthermore, the weather today was already a little sultry, and everyone was very tired of being long-winded, no matter what they were doing.

The saber in Zheng Fan's hand, facing Xue San, stabbed down!

"Buzz!"

Xue San closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide.

A scream, but it didn't come out.

After he slowly opened his eyes, he realized that the saber had indeed fallen, and it was indeed falling towards him, and it had also stabbed into the ground, but the point of insertion was in his crotch. Although it was probably only one centimeter away from his leg, it didn't really hit his body.

"Ha... Heh... Huhu... Huhu..."

Xue San began to breathe heavily.

At this time, he spoke again:

"Lord, I was wrong, it's my fault, thank you, Lord..."

Zheng Fan didn't listen to Xue San. When his hand left the saber handle, he pulled it to the side.

The saber stuck in the brick, due to inertia, rebounded, hitting Xue San's leg.

"Pa!"

"Oh!!!!!!"

Then, the saber was still shaking, the inertia hadn't disappeared.

"Pa!"

"Oh!"

"Pa!"

"Oh!"

"Pa pa pa pa..."

"Oh oh oh oh..."

Xue San's whole face began to twist in pain, so that in the end, when the saber finally stabilized and stopped shaking, white foam had overflowed from the corners of Xue San's mouth.

Zheng Fan turned around, and the black mist on his body suddenly became thick, as if he hadn't had enough fun, as if he was still a little unwilling.

But along with Zheng Fan's angry shout:

"Get down here!"

The black mist was still rolling and boiling. Obviously, here, paternal authority was ineffective.

"If you don't come down, I'll kill myself first!"

"Whoosh!"

The black mist quickly withdrew from Zheng Fan's body and re-entered the stone.

Zheng Fan walked to the broken water tank, picked up the towel he used to wipe his body when he was practicing his saber, and began to slowly wipe his body.

After he finished wiping himself, Zheng Fan walked back and squatted down in front of Xue San.

Xue San had just recovered from the convulsions, opening his eyes and looking at Zheng Fan with some weakness and grievance.

Zheng Fan sighed, raised his hand, and wiped Xue San's face with a towel, wiping away the blood on his face. He wiped it very gently and carefully.

At the same time, he said in a slightly distressed tone:

"Don't be so naughty next time. Look at how dirty your face is. Be good, listen."

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Good night, sweet dreams.