441: Give a name!

“Now... can you tell me?”

Jiang Hanxi, holding Little Dragon who was also staring blankly at Wang Feng and giggling, couldn't help but remind him that it was time to talk business.

“Ah? Oh, oh, I guarantee I’ve never been married before!”

“I was hiding from you all the time back then, how could I have time to get married!”

After Wang Feng finished speaking, he deliberately glared at Jiang Hanxi with a somewhat resentful look, making her lower her head with an apologetic expression.

“I... I’m sorry...”

Jiang Hanxi lowered her head, her tone full of self-reproach, which in turn made Wang Feng feel uncomfortable.

He had only intended to tease her, but he didn't expect Jiang Hanxi to react this way.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, Husband isn’t blaming you.”

“Besides, haven’t you already agreed to marry me? The condition I told you about before, you’ve agreed to it now.”

“How about we get married once we find Hardi? Just in this time, I can prepare something for you.”

Wang Feng quickly reached out a hand to stroke her head, comforting Jiang Hanxi’s self-reproachful emotions as she lowered her head.

Wang Feng felt that Hardi should attend their wedding.

After all, that silly dog Hardi had helped him a lot in the Lower Realm.

Just on the point that it truly acted when there was trouble, Wang Feng treated it as family, even though he often called it a silly dog.

At this moment, Little Dragon in Jiang Hanxi’s arms looked bewildered, glancing at Daddy and then at Mommy, like a dazed fool who didn't know what to do.

Jiang Hanxi heard Wang Feng’s words, remained silent for a while, then slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed on the Immortal Carp, and she paused.

“Burnt... burnt.”

“Burnt? What’s burnt... it’s burnt!?”

After Wang Feng reacted, his head hadn't even turned back yet, and he quickly flipped the Immortal Carp skewered on the stick.

Wang Feng looked at the section of fish meat that had turned black again, feeling both helpless and a little amused.

If Jiang Hanxi interrupted him a few more times, they would probably only be able to eat fish skeletons or pitch-black charcoal fish.

Wang Feng smiled helplessly, then took out the Xingchen Sword again and scraped off the burnt part.

Now the Xingchen Sword felt even more perplexed.

After Wang Feng used it to trim the burnt Immortal Carp meat, the Xingchen Sword flew into the air to express its dissatisfaction.

“Master, how can you do this? I am an Immortal Weapon after all...”

The Xingchen Sword flew high in the sky; if it had eyes, it would definitely be glaring at Wang Feng resentfully.

The Xingchen Sword remembered that the reason it was willing to recognize Wang Feng as its master was because he had led it to battle against the Ice Palace’s Three Supreme Elders.

Wang Feng ignored the Xingchen Sword flying erratically in the sky, leisurely continuing to grill the Immortal Carp meat, sprinkling seasonings he bought from the system.

“Oh, right, I’ll give you all names now.”

As Wang Feng was grilling, he seemed to think of something, looking up at the Xingchen Sword and Little Dragon in Jiang Hanxi’s arms.

“Name!?”

Upon hearing that its master was going to bestow a name upon it.

Immediately, the Xingchen Sword’s gloomy mood completely vanished, and it obediently flew back to float beside Wang Feng.

As a weapon, being bestowed a name by its master was an incredibly important matter, greater than the heavens themselves, for any weapon.

“The fish is ready!”

“By the way, Xingchen Sword, can you take on a human form?”

Wang Feng set down the fish meat, which was sizzling with oil and evenly seasoned to be incredibly fragrant, and asked the Xingchen Sword.

“Yes.”

The Xingchen Sword understood Wang Feng’s meaning, instantly emitting a ray of light, its tip touching the ground.

The next moment, a figure appeared, dressed in a black robe with golden speckles, looking like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old man.

Even his hair was a black and gold gradient, with a small tuft of golden hair at the front, looking quite handsome.

“Alright, change back.”

Xingchen Sword: ???

Despite its bewilderment, the Xingchen Sword changed back, and then Wang Feng held it in his hand to cut the fragrant fish meat.

“My dear, eat this piece, it’s delicious.”

Wang Feng used a skewer-like Immortal Weapon to spear a piece of fish meat and handed it to Jiang Hanxi.

After seeing her take it, Wang Feng mischievously pinched her pretty face.

“My dear, does your Cold Sword have a name?”

“Hmm? It?”

Jiang Hanxi had somewhat forgotten, she thought for a long time before finally speaking a name.

“It’s called... Han Miao.”

Jiang Hanxi hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke it out. After all, Cold Sword didn't like others knowing its name.

However..., if she secretly told her Husband, it should be fine.

“Han Sanshui, huh?”

Wang Feng pondered while cutting a piece of fish meat with the Xingchen Sword and handing it to Little Dragon.

Little Dragon looked at the fish meat, which was bigger than its two hands, and its happy big eyes narrowed into crescent shapes. It started eating, making 'aba aba' sounds, utterly adorable!

“Then, Xingchen Sword, you shall be called... Xu Chen.”

Wang Feng thought for a while, then cut a piece of fish meat for himself, and only then did he have the Xingchen Sword transform out again.

“Thank you, Master, for bestowing a name!”

As soon as Xu Chen appeared, he knelt on one knee, respectfully responding to Wang Feng in front of him.

There were no oily traces on his body from cutting the fish meat. In fact, the Xingchen Sword’s blade had not touched the fish meat at all.

Because the fish meat was cut by sharp sword qi about one centimeter away from the Xingchen Sword, it did not touch its blade.

“The rising sun, the sea of stars. And aren't you fond of Han Sanshui? Its 'Sanshui' just happens to correspond to the character for 'sea'.”

“Master, I... I... I like its perfect blade.”

As soon as the Cold Sword was mentioned, Xu Chen’s cheeks seemed to redden, and his speech became a little sluggish.

“Alright, alright, I know you’re lustful.”

Xu Chen, the Xingchen Sword: .......

The Xingchen Sword could say that today was the most vexing day it had experienced in all its years.

“My dear, let Cold Sword come out and eat with us.”

Wang Feng called out to Jiang Hanxi, who was silently sitting there, burying her head and eating fish in small bites.

Logically speaking, anything that takes on a human form can eat, so there was no problem in calling out Cold Sword.

After naming the Xingchen Sword, Wang Feng’s final gaze fell upon Little Dragon, whose mouth was covered in oil.

“Little Dragon, what should you be called... what should you be called?”

Wang Feng began to ponder. Should Little Dragon share his surname? Or Jiang Hanxi’s?

“My dear always calls him Little Dragon... forget it, let’s call him Long Xinyu. It has the individuality of his own Dragon Clan name.”

Wang Feng finally thought about it, recalling Little Dragon’s mental conversations with him and Jiang Hanxi’s divine consciousness in the Totem Space, and decided on this name.

“Hmm?”

Little Dragon heard Wang Feng call him, raised his oily little mouth, and tilted his head in confusion, looking at Daddy in front of him.

“Little Dragon, from now on you’ll be called Long Xinyu, understand?”

Wang Feng took a bite of the fish meat he was holding, gently squatted down, and patted Little Dragon’s small head, instructing him.

“Mm-hmm...”

Although Little Dragon didn't quite understand, he still nodded. Anyway, it was always right to obey Daddy.

Jiang Hanxi hesitated, then summoned the Cold Sword from her Divine Sea Space, its body enveloped in cold qi, its blade even more beautiful.

As soon as Xu Chen saw the Cold Sword in this state, his eyes immediately widened, staring fixedly at it without blinking.

The Cold Sword, which had been poised to receive the infusion of Jiang Hanxi’s Cold Ice Immortal Power, was suddenly bewildered upon sensing the surrounding atmosphere.

Whenever Jiang Hanxi summoned it in the past, it was usually for a specific purpose, so what was it this time?

And that person staring fixedly at it... was that cheap thing’s lustful sword!?

See, how telepathic the two swords were; Cold Sword could recognize even the Xingchen Sword in its human form at a glance.

How is this any different from, 'Even if it turns to ash, I'll still recognize it'?

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[PS: Getting married at one million words, just so you have a heads up (˵¯͒♦¯͒˵)]