Jia'er opened her eyes and was stunned when she saw Long Chen who was about to cross above her.
Seeing the beautiful elf girl below opened her eyes and was stunned, Long Chen was also stunned. He was frozen in the sky above her, neither moving nor moving.
"Jia'er... this is a misunderstanding." Long Chen spoke first and said with a dry smile: "I swear, it's not what you think!"
On the other hand, Jia'er reacted from her confusion and looked at the figure of the young man above her delicate body. She immediately blushed and screamed.
"ah--!"
At the same time as the screams fell, Jia'er didn't care at all. He raised his little hand and directly surged a powerful wave of profound energy, which was imprinted on Long Chen's chest.
"I giao!" Long Chen's eyes widened, and his figure flew backwards uncontrollably, hitting the wall hard.
Several cracks and traces spread on the wall, which showed that this palm did a lot of damage to Long Chen.
"Pfft!" Long Chen couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. His aura that had finally returned to its peak suddenly felt a little weak.
He felt the palm from the invincible Nirvana master. Although it was not particularly strong, Long Chen felt that it was a real blow and it was not uncomfortable.
On the bed, Jia'er, whose pretty face was filled with shock, subconsciously covered her chest with her hands, feeling a little frightened.
She didn't expect things to happen like this.
Things are often such coincidences, often so unexpected.
Jia'er, who was still in shock, subconsciously checked herself carefully and found that the clothes on her body were not moved at all, and there was no trace of Long Chen's breath, and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that I have misunderstood Brother Long...
When she thought of Long Chen, Jia'er's pretty face suddenly froze. She seemed to have realized something. When she saw that Long Chen beside her had disappeared, she immediately looked around.
When her eyes fell on the cracked wall on the other side of the room, her pretty face was startled.
Looking down, Jia'er suddenly panicked when she saw Long Chen, whose breath was a little weak and there were traces of blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Long, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it. I was a little scared just now. Are you...are you okay?"
Jia'er quickly rushed to Long Chen and saw a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. She quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with her hands.
"I'm sorry, Brother Long. I didn't mean it just now. Are you okay?"
Seeing the flustered and anxious look on the face of the elf girl in front of him, Long Chen smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Fortunately, your palm is not strong."
"Otherwise, with a little more force, you can send me away."
Hearing this, Jia'er was so amused that she couldn't help laughing, but precious tears shed from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing the girl cry, Long Chen was startled. He was most afraid of the girl crying, so he immediately stood up with great effort, holding back the trauma of the slap in his body, and grinned.
"Don't cry, it's all a misunderstanding. It's all my fault. I didn't want to wake you up, so I just wanted to leave quietly, and then..."
After saying that, Long Chen deliberately punched a few military punches in order to show that he had no "problem" at all.
Although the power of Jia'er's palm just now was quite average, fortunately, her own defense and the Black Emperor Armor were strong enough.
Otherwise, Long Chen should be in the "Emergency Center" by now.
Looking at Long Chen's "lively" appearance and his somewhat humorous actions, Jia'er was both made to cry and couldn't help laughing.
Looking at the elf girl who was crying and laughing at the same time, Long Chen also laughed, pulled the girl up, wiped away her tears, and comforted her.
"Don't cry. It won't look good if you cry. You said that such a beautiful little girl like you always looks so timid. You shouldn't."
It's a pity that he just received a solid slap, and it's really difficult to comfort him...
Jia'er stared blankly at Long Chen, especially when she saw the other person's handsome face, which gave people a very gentle feeling from beginning to end, and her pretty face couldn't help but blush.
Of course, Long Chen would not know what the other party was thinking. After wiping away the girl's tears, he quickly took out a scroll as if to change the subject.
"By the way, Jia'er, I've got this Golden Sky Soul. Can it revive my ancient magic pen with full health?"
As the scroll containing the Golden Sky Soul appeared, the entire room was suddenly filled with traces of some kind of golden light, illuminating the dim room under the night sky.
Seeing this, Jia'er's eyes also fell on the scroll where Jin Tianhun was stored. She was originally shy, but her eyes suddenly lit up and she became serious.
"Oh, by the way, the purpose of our previous trip was to get the Golden Sky Soul. That's great!"
"With the flexibility and neutrality of Jin Tianhun, the resurrection of the ancient magic pen will not be a big problem!"
After hearing the very professional words, Long Chen also had a sunny smile on his face, nodded and said: "I will trouble you next."
"No trouble, no trouble, we are all our own people, don't think it's troublesome." Jia'er waved her hands repeatedly, and then carefully took the scroll device containing the Golden Sky Soul.
"Brother Long, that slap I gave you must have hurt you a little bit."
"You wait here for me for a while. You have a good rest and recuperate, and I will help you recast the soul of the ancient magic pen."
Facing Jia'er's words, Long Chen smiled and nodded, then scratched his head and said, "Jia'er, I'll leave this to you."
After saying this, Long Chen held Ning Kong in his right hand, and then held the extremely dim ancient magic pen in his hand and handed it over.
"Don't worry, Brother Long, with Jin Tianhun here, the success rate of soul casting is over 90%!"
After taking everything, Jia'er nodded happily, then jumped out of the room and went to the second floor.
Seeing how happy the elf girl was when it came to the forging of mysterious soul weapons made Long Chen feel a little relaxed.
It's very reassuring to be in contact with such a partner.
Jia'er brought Jin Tianhun to the casting room on the second floor. The bronze door was closed from the outside, and the huge casting room inside suddenly became brighter.
Looking at all the prepared materials and various facilities, as well as the placed Golden Sky Soul and Ancient Magic Pen, etc.
Jia'er took a deep breath, and her timidity disappeared, replaced by confidence and seriousness.
"Brother Long saved me once. No matter what, I will successfully cast the ancient magic pen into a soul!"
"Although I haven't cast a soul for a heaven-level mysterious soul weapon yet, as long as Jia'er's intention is there, I will definitely succeed!"
Especially when she thought of Long Chen's figure who sacrificed his life to save her, Jia'er's heart felt that the figure of the other party was constantly enlarging.
In particular, Long Chen's handsome face always had a unique gentleness to it.
Facing everything with gentleness and perseverance is unforgettable.
"If you succeed in casting the soul, if possible...can you make some excessive requests to Brother Long, such as a date or something..."
After muttering this, Jia'er's originally confident and pretty face suddenly turned shy and blushing. She patted her cheek lightly with her little hand and shook her head quickly.
"What are you thinking about? Is this what you should be thinking about now?" After self-examination, Jia'er took a deep breath and her pretty face returned to normal.
"start!"
At that time, on the second floor of the forging fortress, in the forging room inside the bronze gate, the sound of metal collisions and knocks continued to be heard...
