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Chapter 245 Lu Chuan’S Eldest Son

Others go to the ancient road very hard, but this guy seems to be traveling leisurely.

Looking at Lu Chuan who looked like a street kid, Miao Yi realized that she was somewhat wishful thinking.

Maybe this guy can walk out of the dark path alone without joining forces with anyone.

"Hey, come back!" Seeing the two women, Lu Chuan was numb and wanted to kill them.

"Don't do it, we are not an illusion." Miao Yi was startled. Is this guy always so reckless? He just drew his sword without asking.

"Ha, if you say no, then it's not!" Who is Lu Chuan? His brain circuit is different from that of normal people.

Ignoring Miaoyi's explanation at all, he swung the sword straight down.

The black sword energy, with a majestic power like a great tide crashing on the shore, rushed straight towards the two of them.

Feeling the terror of the sword energy, the expressions of Miao Yi and the two men changed drastically. This guy actually killed him directly.

"Light!" The Saint of Light pulled Miao Yi behind her and faced Lu Chuan's sword energy alone.

The Saintess of Light's mouth bloomed with lotus flowers, and blazing power of light erupted from her body, colliding hard with Lu Chuan's sword energy.

The ripples visible to the naked eye spread back and forth at extremely fast speeds, and the black barriers on both sides of the collision shook violently.

"What are you doing? If you want to fight, wait until you enter the ancient road." After the collision of the moves, the Saint of Light scolded her sharply.

"Hey, you've learned to talk back." Lu Chuan was a little dissatisfied, "Now these weird people have very high IQs, and they act in a decent way."

"You..." Saint Lady of Light almost spat out her blood. Is there really no problem with this guy's IQ?

"Master Lu, listen to my explanation." Seeing Lu Chuan about to swing his sword again, Miao Yi hurriedly said, "The weirdness you encountered earlier was a ghost. That kind of weirdness has the ability to replicate. We are not hindering it."

"You have the final say!" Lu Chuan raised his sword again and used twelve sword moves.

"Three of Swords·Man-made disaster."

Strange sword threads spread out from Lu Chuan's feet and rushed towards the two of them.

"This guy has a brain problem, don't even think about joining forces." The Holy Lady of Light stepped heavily on her feet.

The blazing power of light surged out of her body like an out-of-control storm.

However, Lu Chuan's man-made disaster was the ultimate in exquisite sword moves.

Facing the bright storm of the extreme sun, the man-made disaster immediately changed its attributes and became a sword silk with extremely yin attributes.

Countless sword threads climbed up the light storm and began to assimilate and control it.

Seeing this scene of assimilation, the Saint of Light looked very ugly.

Because her power of light does not belong to this era, there is no power in this era that can assimilate or control the power of light.

But there is only one possibility for Lu Chuan's sword silk to be able to do this. His sword energy is not something of this era.

Moreover, the strength of this sword energy is not weaker than his own light power.

"Let's go!" Saintess of Light picked up Miaoyi and ran away.

"Ah!" Lu Chuan looked at the two women who disappeared instantly and scratched his head, "They don't seem to be weird."

This reflex arc is indeed a bit too long.

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?"

The eyes that followed Lu Chuan quickly succeeded in attracting Lu Chuan's attention.

"My dear son, I don't know. Please stop asking." Lu Chuan's tone was gentle, but his hands were merciless and he slapped his eyeballs.

However, this thing seemed to be immune to physical attacks. After being beaten to pieces, it immediately recovered.

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?"

"Ah, you have done something wrong to yourself!" Lu Chuan sighed helplessly.

"You are my great eldest son. Dad created you. You must help Dad clear the obstacles and win the throne."

Since he was bored, Lu Chuan simply fooled this fool.

"I don't believe it." Eye Nightmare's reply almost made Lu Chuan depressed.

"Gungun, I don't want to play with you anymore." Lu Chuan kicked his eyeball away.

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?"

But soon, eyeballs appeared behind Lu Chuan again, and his self-doubting questions were really annoying.

"Hey, don't remember what you hit!" Lu Chuan put his hand on Qiuren's sword hilt.

The next moment, Yan Yan immediately changed his tone, "I am dad's great eldest son. I was created by dad. I want to help dad win the throne."

"Hey, Shi Xiang, I like it!" Lu Chuan nodded happily, "Follow dad, and you will be popular and drink spicy food from now on!"

It was boring anyway, so Lu Chuan just took this weird thing with him so that he could chat and talk on the way.

Lu Chuan did not expect that this was just a fun move, but it would create a great "philosopher of death" in later generations, because this grandson always asked three questions about everyone he met.

If he couldn't get an answer, he kept pestering them and wouldn't stop.

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An hour later, Lu Chuan made lunch in the dark alley.

Because the situation did not allow it, Lu Chuan simply made four dishes and one soup.

Before they started eating, Miao Yi and the Saint of Light ran back hand in hand.

"Let's have something to eat together!" Lu Chuan generously invited the two of them.

Lu Chuan would not fight when eating, not even if the sky fell.

Seeing Lu Chuan holding a bowl, the two women's eyelids twitched.

Being able to cook and eat in this place is really impossible without serious illness. The good news is that Lu Chuan has no intention of taking action again.

The two women looked at each other, stopped immediately, and took the bowls and chopsticks that Lu Chuan took out.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? Where are you going?"

Before she even moved her chopsticks, Yanma suddenly appeared next to Miao Yi and asked three questions that hit her soul.

"Why...are you carrying it?" Miaoyi's eyelids were twitching wildly, and she didn't dare to talk to this thing, so she could only pretend not to see it.

"It's fun. Don't you think it's cute?" Lu Chuan's explanation was really speechless. Can this thing be called cute?

"Who are you? Where do you come from? Where are you going?"

"I don't know, get out!" Yanma kept asking questions, like a nasty fly hovering in her ears, which made Miao Yi fly into a rage.

This conversation was like poking a hornet's nest. The eyes began to split, and a large number of eyeballs appeared around them. The overlapping souls gathered together to form a terrifying sound wave visible to the naked eye.

"Can you shut up that bitch of yours? I'm eating!" At this time, Lu Chuan cursed with some annoyance.

"Okay dad, no problem dad!" Yanma replied cheerfully, and the surrounding eyeballs disappeared instantly.

The two women were dumbfounded. This was a path they had never imagined. Could it still be played like this?

But this guy still didn't want to give up, so he approached the Holy Lady of Light and asked in a low voice.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? Where are you going?"

"Go away!" Saint Lady of Light scolded coldly.

"Okay!" Yanma responded spinelessly and returned to Lu Chuan.