At the same time, Song Yang's flying sword had also reached Wu Zhirong's city a hundred miles away.
This was considered slow. After all, it was only a wisp of Song Yang's aura controlling it. If Song Yang himself was controlling it, he could travel a hundred miles in an instant.
However, if that was the case, he wouldn't be able to act cool anymore.
Although it was much faster, how could it be as cool as casually throwing a flying sword and taking someone's head?
Because the flying sword was only controlled by the aura, it did not know how to avoid any buildings.
As long as it was a building that blocked the way, it would be instantly pierced through.
If a person died, he could only be considered unlucky. The flying sword flew more than ten meters in the air, and there were people at this height. It could only be said that his luck was really bad.
The flying sword tore through the air with a loud sound. Because it destroyed many tall buildings after entering the city, it attracted the attention of many people.
When they saw that it was the possession of a flying sword, they naturally knelt on the ground.
A flying sword was a miracle in ancient times, alright?
Song Yang's flying sword stopped in the air above Wu Zhirong's mansion, then landed and entered Wu Zhirong's mansion.
Wu Zhirong was hugging his concubine and getting ready to sleep, but just as he fell asleep, his door was destroyed by a flying sword.
The guards protecting Wu Zhirong at the door were also torn apart by the sword Qi of the flying sword.
Seeing this, Wu Zhirong and his concubine screamed in horror.
But it was useless.
Wu Zhirong's head was cut off in fear. As for his concubine, he could only blame her for being unlucky. She was accidentally injured by the sword qi and died on the spot.
After cutting off the head, the flying sword pierced through Wu Zhirong's head and flew back to the sky, searching for Song Yang's aura.
When the flying sword came, it attracted many people. When it left, it was also seen by many people.
When the people saw Wu Zhirong's head hanging on the flying sword, almost everyone knelt down and kowtowed.
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"God, open your eyes. This dog official is finally dead.”
"This dog official has done all kinds of evil. Thank the heavens for sending down a flying sword to kill him.”
"The heavens have eyes."
All the commoners kept kowtowing as if they wanted to express their gratitude.
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When Song Yang was flying with Shuang 'er, the flying sword returned.
"Shuang 'er, open your eyes and see if this is your enemy, Wu Zhirong.”In the sky, Song Yang looked at Shuang 'er in his arms and shouted with a smile.
After Song Yang flew into the sky with Shuang 'er, Shuang' er did not dare to look down because she was nervous and afraid. She closed her eyes and leaned into Song Yang's arms.
However, when she heard Song Yang mention Wu Zhirong, Shuang 'er immediately opened her eyes.
When she saw the face of the human head on the flying sword, Shuang 'er's eyes immediately turned red.
"Wu Zhirong, you bastard! Third Young Mistress, did you see that? That bastard Wu Zhirong is dead.”Shuang 'er leaned into Song Yang's arms and cried.
As she cried, Shuang 'er, who was leaning in Song Yang's arms, became silent. She had fallen asleep.
It was not strange. First, she got to know Song Yang, who was like an immortal. Then, she saw thousands of headless corpses with her own eyes. Finally, she got her revenge. After all this, Shuang 'er was only at Level One. She definitely could not take it mentally. It was normal for her to fall asleep.
Song Yang didn't wake Shuang 'er up either. If she wanted to sleep, then so be it. Once she woke up, she would officially bid farewell to the past.
"Bang!"
Song Yang waved his hand and blew up the flying sword and Wu Zhirong's head. Then, he continued to fly with Shuang 'er.
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Several hours later, Shuang 'er woke up in Song Yang's arms.
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"You're awake?" Song Yang said with a smile as he watched Shuang 'er wake up.
" Young Master, I'm sorry, Shuang 'er…" Shuang' er immediately whispered when she heard Song Yang's words.
"You don't have to say anything. You're just an ordinary person. It's normal for you to experience so many things in a day.”Song Yang said with a smile.
"Thank you, Young Master." Shuang 'er immediately thanked him.
"However, this is only limited to once. Now that you've woken up, let's bid farewell to the past. In the future, you won't have any connections with the secular world. In the future, you'll only be my maidservant.”Song Yang looked at Shuang 'er and smiled.
"Yes, from now on, Shuang 'er will be Young Master's maidservant. If Young Master doesn't mind, Shuang' er will be Young Master's maidservant in her next life and the next life after that to repay Young Master.”Shuang 'er nodded vigorously.
"There's no need for the next life. One life is enough. I'll teach you an immortal technique. You won't have a next life.”Song Yang laughed.
" Young Master, I…" When Shuang 'er heard Song Yang's words, she immediately wanted to say something but was interrupted by Song Yang.
"Alright, stop talking. Now, take a good look at the ground from the sky and relax. If you're afraid of flying in the sky, how are you going to fly by yourself in the future?”Song Yang knew that Shuang 'er wanted to say that she was of low status and was unworthy, so he interrupted her.
"Yes." Hearing Song Yang's words, Shuang 'er was extremely touched. She looked down at the beautiful rivers and mountains from the sky. For a moment, Shuang' er did not feel afraid. Instead, she felt that this feeling was great.
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