The Lazy Swordmaster Novels & Stories

In a more feminine, gentler script, was her name Sylvia, gleaming back at her. "You prefer the short sword, My Lady. The weapon is most suited to you – as it was to Victor. And, you make the world around you a better place to be – as did the youth who is with us in spirit only," Rowell addressed her again, "So in honor of you returning to all of us, but most of all the general, that which we thought lost forever and in honor of you starting your own training, we present you with this blade. May it serve you well."

said the third elder, smiling helplessly as he watched the young master of his sect who had completely gone mad in battle. "Ha... ha... This kid really gives me a headache!" The sword sect elder patted his forehead as if feeling depressed because the way the young master of the sword sect did things was even crazier than the sword sect master himself. The junior of the young master of the sword sect just smiled brightly as if he was already convinced that his man would not lose against those two hundred people.

------------------ The Centermost of The Great forest of nowhere - The Black Merchant tree house ------------------ The top naked firm build boy in 16-17 is smithing the red-hot sword in the blacksmith behind the tree house. He uses all of his skill and spirit qi to smith all of his equipment, preparing to go out from two years of hiding. This double edge longsword is the best masterpiece from all of his work. It can cut even space if the user has cultivation high enough. This work he commits his all to the person he wants to meet the most. Xiao Lan.

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

“Thank you, master.” Master. His mom called that man master. He didn’t expect that this was the day he would discover he can regret being alive. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ If there’s one thing Ronan regrets today—it’s being stupid. Like right now. He’s feeling better now after the fresh air and it was the best decision for him to leave Cross’s unit. He doesn’t know what could have happened further if he stayed there but the thing is… This is where he hates being stupid.

Elizha exclaimed in shock. Samara glanced at Elizha, “He's my master I'm talking about,” she replied, turning her gaze back to her young master, who was drying his hair with a white towel. “Master? As in boss?” Cristine groaned as she nodded. The two young ladies were like worms sprinkled with salt who were holding each other's hands while jumping in their place. “Jeeez, Tin, he’s so yummy!” “Sshh, he's getting closer here…”

"I'll do my best, Master," said the disciple who was about to step forward. Lian nodded. Eriko's strength had far exceeded his expectations, but he had already prepared himself mentally. Even if Hengky scolded him for breaking his promise, he would never marry his granddaughter to Riswan. "Senior Brother, Kezia's happiness is in your hands. You have to defeat that arrogant man," Cassie encouraged Lian's disciple. The disciple smiled bitterly. He knew he was no match for his opponent, but he didn't want to lose in such a humiliating manner.

Mia was waiting outside the lecture hall, her usual bright smile faltering when she saw Kyra's hunched posture. "Girl, you look like you got hit by a truck," Mia said, falling into step beside her. "Still sore from... you know?" Kyra forced a weak smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah. Dad was in a mood. But I'm fine." Mia eyed her skeptically, then grinned mischievously. "Fine enough to dish about that mysterious Master from last night? Come on, the Owner giving you his card? That's like winning the BDSM lottery. Are you gonna call him?"

~ CASIMIR ~ I was slick with sweat, could feel it trickling down my spine despite the fact that I hadn’t worn a shirt. As I stepped into the dark den I turned to bar the door. But when I reached down to pick up the beam, pain spasmed at the hollow of my back. I hissed against it as I dropped the thick bar into the brackets, but was forced to take a moment, leaning on it, gripping it until my knuckles turned white as I fought the cord of the bond in my chest that was thrashing, whipping like a striking snake.