443: Tiny...Han Miao!! ? ?

As Cold Sword's tip lightly touched the ground, a chilling aura emanated from its body, swirling around it.

Wang Feng felt a blur before his eyes, and a figure appeared in front of him, though he wasn't sure if it was just their imagination.

Wang Feng lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the figure, and the atmosphere in the entire courtyard became silent.

After a while...

"Pfft! Hahahaha!!"

Wang Feng burst out laughing at Cold Sword's human form, which was less than 1.5 meters tall, unable to stop himself.

Han Miao, with her ice-blue long hair, was instantly choked with anger, her adorable pouting expression completely harmless.

Most, most, most importantly, she even had a small tuft of... an antenna... on top of her head?!

Wang Feng truly hadn't expected Cold Sword, such a cold and deadly weapon, to transform into such an incredibly cute loli!

The thought of the stark contrast between Cold Sword and her master, Jiang Hanxi, made Wang Feng want to burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at! Is it that funny?"

Han Miao glared at Wang Feng, her head tilted back, gritting her teeth and pouting, but her angry expression was so adorably charming that it truly had no destructive power.

If she were to jump up and kick Wang Feng at that moment, she would definitely... kick his knee!

"Master..., can I hit him?"

Cold Sword looked at Jiang Hanxi with a wronged expression, listening to that annoying laughter, and asked pitifully.

"No."

"Hmph! As expected, once you have a man, you forget the sword that grew up with you."

Cold Sword tossed her beautiful ice-blue long hair, which almost reached her thighs, and turned her small face away in a huff.

"Hahaha... Woo woo woo!"

At this moment, Wang Feng's laughter suddenly stopped, and he looked down, bewildered, at his mouth being pinched by Jiang Hanxi.

Then, to Wang Feng's horror, Jiang Hanxi released a gentle chill from her hand, instantly freezing his mouth shut.

It's over, I laughed too loudly, and my wife punished me...

"Wuwuwu! Wuwuwu!"

Wang Feng tried to raise his hand to smash the ice on his lips, but after trying for a long time, the ice on his mouth didn't budge at all.

"Wuwuwu! Wuwuwu!"

Wang Feng, by the campfire in the dark, widened his eyes and pointed at his mouth, signaling Jiang Hanxi to unfreeze him.

"Still laughing?"

Jiang Hanxi held the little dragon, a hint of playfulness and teasing in her eyes.

"Wuwuwu!"

Wang Feng quickly shook his head, indicating that he would never laugh again.

"Even if you don't laugh, I won't unfreeze you. That's for laughing so much just now."

Jiang Hanxi raised her hand and lightly tapped Wang Feng's forehead with her knuckle, speaking with a mix of indulgence and ruthlessness.

"Wuwuwu!"

While Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi were making 'wuwuwu' noises, Han Miao over here was pouting angrily, staring at the ground.

It wasn't until the firelight in front of her was blocked by a tall, black-robed figure that Han Miao frowned and raised her head.

"Han... Miao...?"

Xu Chen's deep pupils met Han Miao's clear, small eyes, and he asked softly, somewhat uncertainly.

Especially Han Miao's adorable pouting expression made Xu Chen's heart pound.

"What! You liked my sword form so much you were practically dying for it, and now that you see me like this, you don't like me anymore?"

Han Miao looked up at Xu Chen, her arms crossed, her fair, small face with ice-blue long hair, speaking angrily.

"No, no... no..."

"You're so beautiful after transforming. I, I, I like you even more..."

Xu Chen quickly explained, even stammering due to nervousness.

Only then did the loli Han Miao, with her arms crossed and a tuft of antenna, relax her brow slightly, feeling a little pleased inside.

This was the first time anyone had praised her beauty, so it would be false to say she wasn't happy.

"Here, take this..."

At this moment, Xu Chen, with his hands clasped behind his back, took out a string of fish meat that he had cut at some unknown time and gently offered it to Han Miao.

Han Miao subconsciously tilted her head slightly, her incredibly cute appearance making Xu Chen blush.

"No, I can cut it myself."

Cold Sword tilted her head slightly, looking up at Xu Chen, and said with some resentment, she wasn't unable to cut it herself.

"Uh..., but I cut this."

"Does it taste better because you cut it?"

One person looked down at the other, and the other looked up at the first, their conversation inexplicably making one want to laugh.

"I cut the best part of the Immortal Carp's meat. Try it."

Xu Chen held up the steaming fish meat in his hand, speaking with a serious expression.

"Really?"

Han Miao, in her tiny form, looked up, seemingly disbelieving, and asked with some uncertainty.

"Yeah, just try it and you'll know."

Xu Chen felt a little flustered inside, because he actually didn't know if this was truly the best part.

All these ways of communicating with women were tricks he had learned from his master.

"Alright then."

Han Miao, seeing this, slightly tiptoed on her bare feet and gently raised her hand to take the Immortal Carp fish meat Xu Chen offered her.

"If it's not good, you're dead!"

Han Miao pouted and glared with her big eyes, feigning a fierce expression, but it truly had no destructive power.

"I probably won't die, at most half-dead."

Xu Chen thought for a moment, took a bite of the fish meat in his other hand, and stammered.

"Why?"

Han Miao held the fish meat skewered on a stick, with a tuft of antenna, looking a bit dazed, and asked with a puzzled frown.

In fact, Han Miao's thoughts were not much different from Jiang Hanxi's, even much simpler than Jiang Hanxi's.

Because since its birth, it had been a sword, and apart from killing, it had never interacted much with people.

"Because your master is also here, she'll put you away, so I should be just about half-dead after taking your first sword strike."

Xu Chen chewed on the fish meat, then walked to the campfire and gently sat down, still muttering answers to the questions.

"Idiot! Do you think I really want to kill you!?"

"Come sit."

Xu Chen lightly wiped the dust off the ground beside him with his black robe, and after cleaning it, gently patted it, signaling Han Miao to come over.

Han Miao was unknowingly led over by Xu Chen, and subconsciously wanted to walk over and sit beside him.

But halfway there, Han Miao suddenly came to her senses. Why was she wasting so much time talking to this perverted sword?

"No! I'm going to find my master now."

Han Miao held the fish meat, and in her adorable state, she said this and tried to turn around and head towards Jiang Hanxi.

"Oh, then go now, and come back and sit later."

Xu Chen simply said "Oh," and after saying another sentence, he sat there, playing with the campfire with a stick and eating roasted fish meat.

Both swords had lived for tens of thousands of years, but their conversation at this moment was like that of children, cute and childish.

This could only be blamed on them not having experienced the mundane world, so their cognitive abilities were limited.

After all, both swords had spent most of their time in space.

Xu Chen, however, didn't feel lonely; he was playing with the campfire with great interest, poking at the sparks with a stick.

A moment later..., a small, bare-footed, somewhat lonely figure with an antenna sat down about two meters away from Xu Chen.

And looking behind the two of them, one could see two other figures playing happily not far behind them.

Two figures were Wang Feng and Jiang Hanxi teasing each other.

And two others were the little dragon riding the Ice Kirin and running around everywhere.

"Why did you come back so soon?"

"I don't want to disturb them."

"Oh..."

As Xu Chen's "Oh" ended, the two of them sat there, one tall and one small, each holding a stick and poking at the sparks...