Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 369 Why the Sword Master Wants to Escape

The corners of Wu Hen's mouth twitched. He opened the "Sunflower Manual" and saw a few big bright red characters. He almost threw the book away.

Is this old man serious?

Do we want them to practice this thing too?

The scene was so beautiful that he didn't dare to look at it!

"Senior Sword Saint, are you sure you didn't take the wrong book?" Wu Hen asked cautiously with a constipated expression.

Zhou Ping'er didn't say anything, but just scratched her head awkwardly, her eyes flickering. She looked like a young wife whose secret had been discovered.

"Oh my god, what's wrong with Senior Sword Saint? Did he cry while reading? Could it be that he's read too much youth tragedy literature?"

Fatty Baili came over with a gossipy look on his face.

"You guys...you guys just watch first. I suddenly remembered something urgent, so I'll leave first!"

Zhou Ping'er hurriedly stuffed the book back into Wu Hen's hands, and without waiting for anyone to react, she rushed out of the room like a gust of wind.

"What...what are you doing? Skipping class?" Cao Yuanhai scratched the back of his head, looking confused.

"Something's wrong, something's definitely wrong!"

Wu Hen touched his chin, feeling that things were not that simple.

"There's definitely something wrong with the book he's holding!"

"What's the problem? It's just a broken book." Lin Qiye shrugged disapprovingly.

"You know nothing!" Wu Hen rolled his eyes at Lin Qiye.

"This old man is clearly guilty of something he did. Maybe he stole some hidden treasure or secret manual and is now trying to escape!"

"Is this true? Would Senior Sword Saint run away?" An Yuqing opened his eyes wide, looking incredulous.

"Tsk, this old man is quite interesting."

A sly glint flashed in Wu Hen's eyes.

"Fatty, use your mental power to sense where this old man has gone!"

Fatty Baili did as he was told. After a moment, he exclaimed, "Oh my god! Senior Sword Saint ran away with his luggage! And he ran so fast! Is he trying to escape?"

"I told you!" Wu Hen smiled complacently, "There really is something wrong with this old man!"

"Then...what should we do?" Cao Yuanhai was a little panicked.

"What else can we do? Chase him! Let's see what this old man is up to!"

Wu Hen waved his hand and was about to rush out.

However, just as they were about to act, a figure appeared in front of them. It was the defense officer in military uniform.

"Dear students, please do not move around casually. The Sword Master just left for something urgent and will be back soon." The officer's voice was emotionless.

However, just as he was speaking, a figure flashed by from not far away. It was Zhou Ping'er.

He showed no intention of stopping and ran straight forward, even knocking aside several officers who tried to stop him.

"He... he is determined to run away!" Fatty Baili was stunned.

Just then, Wu Hen's cell phone rang. It was Ye Faner calling.

"Wu Hen, please try to persuade Sword Saint Zhou. He's running towards the airport now."

Ye Faner's voice was filled with helplessness.

"Tell him that if he leaves now, the entire Daxia will be plunged into crisis. What's more, he's most afraid of people accusing him of shirking his responsibilities. He...he knows better than anyone that Daxia needs him."

Wu Hen rolled his eyes at the phone. This Ye Faner really knew everything. She even knew Zhou Pinger's weaknesses.

Ye Faner on the other end of the phone continued: "He may just need a way out. After all, being seen crying by his own students is too embarrassing for him..."

Wu Hen hung up the phone and looked towards the warehouse door with complicated eyes. Zhou Ping'er's figure had disappeared at this time, and a faint sense of tension filled the air.

Wu Hen's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile. He said to himself: "Tsk tsk, this old man is really interesting. He is even more interesting than me..."

He paused for a moment, not finishing his words, and turned to look at everyone, with a strange smile still on his face.

He said in a cheerful tone, "Let's go and greet our dear Sword Saint Senior..."

Wu Hen and his group walked slowly to the door of the warehouse, pretending to look around at the scenery, their eyes wandering around, but they didn't look in the direction of the warehouse.

Soon, a slightly disheveled figure appeared in their sight - it was Zhou Ping'er, who was carrying a luggage bag and was covered in dust.

When he saw Wu Hen and the others, he paused noticeably and a hint of embarrassment crossed his face, but he quickly regained his mysterious expression, coughed lightly, and walked over pretending to be calm.

"Ahem, well... I suddenly remembered something else, so I... came back."

Zhou Ping'er tried hard to maintain his dignity as a sword master, but the slightly trembling corners of his mouth still revealed his inner panic.

Wu Hen and the others suppressed their laughter, turned around, and pretended to have just seen Zhou Ping'er. They exclaimed in unison, "Oh, Senior Sword Saint, you're back!"

Zhou Ping'er nodded awkwardly, secretly feeling lucky that these little guys didn't notice his embarrassment.

"Senior Sword Saint, since you're back, why don't we have lunch together? The braised pork in the cafeteria tastes great today!"

Wu Hen invited enthusiastically with a smirk that said "you know what I mean" on his face.

Zhou Ping'er hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and agreed.

After lunch, Zhou Ping'er cleared her throat, took out a thick stack of handwritten documents from behind her, and distributed them to everyone.

"This is the combat analysis report I tailored for each of you based on this combat exercise."

Zhou Ping'er said seriously, "I hope you will study hard and strive to achieve better results next time."

Everyone who took the document was shocked by its astonishing thickness.

Fatty Baili weighed the report in his hand and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god! This must weigh a few pounds! Senior Sword Saint, have you compressed a year's workload into a single day?"

Others also expressed surprise, looking at the thick report in their hands, their hearts filled with surprise and admiration.

Wu Hen casually flipped through the report in his hand, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He said to Lin Qiye meaningfully: "Tsk tsk, this old man is really..."