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Chapter 73 Butterfly Dance Drunk Soul

"Okay, then I'll ask you, which hand does Your Excellency Oprain usually like to write?" Snow asked with a serious expression.

"Right hand, like ordinary people. Although your question has some inducing elements, I'm very sure of this." Mill replied without hesitation.

"Okay, very good, because the Duke is not used to using the left hand at all, right?" Snow said as if he looked at Mir deeply.

"No, as a qualified swordsman, you can't practice swords with your right hand and not with your left hand. As a sword emperor, do you think my dad is not used to using his left hand?" Mir asked with a confident expression on his face.

"Well, I'm not right at all." Snow couldn't help but applaud when he heard Mill's answer.

"What is the question below? Ask it quickly." Mill said, spreading his hands.

"Of course, the next question is, what is the other name of the Anti-Dragon Soul by Your Excellency Oprain?" Snow asked again.

"Haha, of course it's the 'Dragon Slaying Order'. I'm afraid even Miss Butterfly knows this. Do you still need to ask me?" Mir smiled.

"Well, but do you know that Mr. Oprain killed several dragons to give the sword such a nickname?" Snow asked again.

"How many dragons? Before I had an accident, my dad had never seen a dragon's shadow, let alone killing a dragon. The name "Dragon Slaying Order" is the name that my dad had before he took over this sword. Therefore, it had nothing to do with my dad at all." Mir said, and couldn't help but look out the window anxiously.

"Can you confirm now?" Mill asked.

"It's still early. If you want me to admit your words, in addition to answering questions, you must also show off your skills." Snow said for granted.

"It's not impossible to show your hands, but you..." Mill said half-believingly, and then he glanced at the wound on Snow's body again. He thought Snow wanted to compete with him.

"Haha, I didn't say I wanted to fight you. I just wanted to see Mir Duga's proud sword show skills. How about it, is there any problem?" After Snow finished speaking, he looked at Mir with anticipation.

"I didn't expect my dad to tell you this. It's true. He usually hates me for studying those skills. Moreover, he always says that those are flashy and can't be on the table at all... It's really too much. Why didn't he think about it? I also have my own swordsmanship." Mill said, showing a very nostalgic look. It can be seen that he was not angry because of what Oprain had said before, but on the contrary, he missed him very much when Oprain scolded him.

As he thought about it, Mill couldn't help but pull out the sword from his waist, and then, he gently picked up the empty wine glass that had just been placed on the table with the tip of the sword. He stuck it smoothly to the side of the sword, without any sign of sliding down.

"Look, this move is called "Diewu Zhuihun". I used this move to apologize to Miss Butterfly and ask her to forgive me for my rash behavior just now." Mir said, his eyes closed slightly, and the sword in his hand began to circumference with a sword flower, while the wine glass on the sword was constantly thrown up in the air again and again. At the same time, the color on his body began to gradually turn red. The red halo appeared faintly on Mir's body, and this color also spread to his sword, making him and his sword seem to be integrated.

"Snow, what kind of Dou Qi is that? Why do I feel weird? I can clearly feel the heat, but I can't feel the pressure of Dou Qi. What's going on?" Butterfly couldn't help but exclaim when she saw this scene.

"That's not fighting spirit, but magic. Just watch it. The technique of sword-showing is very ornamental. Moreover, no one can copy it except the real Mir Duga." Snow made a silence move, and then said in a low voice in front of Butterfly's ear.

But Butterfly couldn't help but feel hot because of Snow's ambiguous actions. Just now, Butterfly confessed boldly in front of Snow, and Snow also said silly that she likes butterfly very much, so the two quickly established a relationship. This was undoubtedly a sudden happiness for Butterfly. Therefore, although she glared at Snow, her expression showed a very happy expression. However, not long after, her attention was still attracted by Mir's sword-shaking skills.

The sword intent of the trick "Butterfly Dance and Drunken Soul" comes from a sad love story in the novel. The story tells the story of a farmer's daughter who falls in love with a bard who runs around and performs art. The poet naturally loves her deeply, but later he accidentally discovered it by the farmer. The farmer naturally looked down on the young man who looked slutty, so he came forward to drive him away and promised to give him some money. But this did not shake the young bard, but instead

He deepened his belief that he wanted to be with the farmer's daughter, so the two decided to elope. However, the farmer knew about their attempt to elope. Therefore, on the night before they decided to elope, the farmer suddenly invited the young man to come to his house to drink, but he secretly laid a very rare poison in the wine, which smelled like a flower fragrance. After drinking this poison, the toxin will quickly disappear in the body, so there will be no evidence left.

When she heard her father invited the bard, the farmer's daughter was very happy at first. However, when she helped fill the wine in the wine glass, she was attracted by the fragrant wine, and she couldn't help but take a small sip. That small sip ruined the young life of the farmer's daughter. Just as she was about to close her eyes, she saw a butterfly flying in from the window and landing on her cup, and from then on, it never flew up again...

When Mir finished reading that novel, he was secretly hurt for a long time alone. Later, he felt that he added this seemingly most flashy trick to his sword-showing skills. However, Mir didn't care whether this sword technique was useful. Just like he is now, every time he used this sword technique, he would involuntarily intoxicate it.

At this time, the wine glass was still thrown into the air, but when Mir's hand shadow was not visible, it seemed to be flying in the air. In this tavern, the tables and irregularly placed chairs should have hindered the use of sword moves. Even if they had to be used, it was basically impossible not to damage the tables and chairs. But all this seemed to have no effect on Mir at all. He was like a butterfly passing through flowers, and no matter how he flew, he would not be hit. Moreover, the sword moves in his hand did not feel restricted because the space became narrow, making people feel restricted.

"Okay... OK, that's fine." Snow saw that the range of Mir's sword shadow was expanding larger and larger, so he quickly stopped it. Mir didn't continue to play, so his sword speed slowed down quickly, and the wine glass dancing on his sword also landed on the table. The sword had closed, but there seemed to be a shadow of a butterfly appearing next to Mir. Gradually, the shadow of the butterfly slowly fell into the wine glass, just like a nearly withered petals, slowly melting in the wine glass and then disappearing.

"Is it finally over? What a beautiful trick." Butterfly said with his eyes staring at Mir.

"Haha, Miss Butterfly is too good." Mill said, owing slightly to Butterfly. Then, he turned his head to Snow. "How about it, this will always prove my identity."

"It's not certain, there's still one thing that's not sure."

Mil originally thought that the sword-showing skills could prove his identity, but he didn't expect that Snow would have a second move. With the current beauty, Mil had to show his patience and said, "Okay, just ask whatever you want, but I hope this is the last question."

"Well, hehe, don't worry, this is definitely the last question. If you can answer this question, I will be 100% sure of your identity." Snow smiled and turned around and secretly blinked at the butterfly. Then he turned his head and continued, "I heard from the Lord Sword Emperor... I heard that before Mir was eight years old, there was a love name he had been chanted by Lord Sword Emperor. Do you know what that is?"
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