Fang Zhe squatted down suddenly, and Jiang Su looked at this man's movements with some confusion.
He stretched out his hands and held Jiang Su's face. Jiang Su opened his eyes wide and looked at Fang Zhe breathlessly.
"What is it?" Fang Zhe asked in a low voice, his eyes full of confusion.
"What is what?" Jiang Su was even more confused after hearing his question.
The square palms are calloused, and the palms are rough from holding the knife for many years. He used his thumb to rub and massage the black spots under Jiang Su's eyes. It could be seen that his force was not strong, but he was gentle and careful.
He felt as if he was holding some rare treasure, and he was carefully brushing off the dust on it.
Jiang Su was also stunned when he saw this.
Jiang Su: "Thank you for the invitation, I don't think so."
"Is he finally displeased with me and wants to push my eyeballs out? Just because I saw him buying hemorrhoid pills?"
"It seems that I should put the hemorrhoid pill refining on my agenda."
Jiang Su frowned slightly, his eyes becoming more blue and black, and said coldly, "Let go."
Seeing this, Fang Zhe wanted to rub the bruise even more. The calluses on his fingers made Jiang Su's eyelids hurt.
"I say it again! Let go!"
Unable to bear it any longer, she took a few steps back and slapped away Fang Zhe's rubbing hands.
"You hurt me, it's time for us to leave." Jiang Su's voice returned to its usual calmness, and there was no trace of emotion.
Fang Zhe reluctantly put down his hand, stood up, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where are you going?"
Jiang Su straightened his sleeves and straightened his clothes. Pulling out the chill behind him, he stepped on Yukong and said, "Zhongdu Outer City, Luoning City."
Seeing this, Fang Zhe also took out the broken knife behind him. He imitated Jiang Su's hand gestures, threw the broken knife away with one hand, and stepped on the blade with one leap.
The next moment, he stepped on the broken knife and landed on the spot.
Jiang Su "..."
Fang Zhe took a step back and stopped stepping on the blade. Upon seeing this, Jiang Su jumped off the killing machine and squatted down to carefully look at the broken sword on the ground.
The rumored and notorious heart-breaking knife now has no tip, and the blade is also cracked and uneven. I am afraid that it will break into slag the next second it is used to cut people.
Jiang Su asked in confusion: "Your heart-breaking knife is so damaged, how did you carry it before?"
Fang Zhe also squatted down, stroked the blade gently, and replied: "Heartbreaker... what is it? I have never stepped on Zhan Han.
Jiang Su was startled when he heard this and blinked, his face not showing any signs of it.
It's heartbreak. I remember it was written in the book...
She subconsciously recalled the contents of the sea of consciousness. That day she was listening to books in the lobby of Zhiwei and checked the instructions.
"Fang Zhe, the young master of the Wujian Sect in the Eastern Region, the name of the sword is Broken Heart."
In the original work, he did use a heart-breaking knife, so where did the Zhanhan he mentioned come from? Could they be two knives?
Then where did his broken heart go? His answer just now was obviously that he didn't remember the broken heart, but there is no content in the original work that he changed the knife again. A major event like changing a knife is no different from changing a wife...
The most important thing is that I have always doubted the authenticity of the "original work" and whether the plot is changeable.
That's why we tried to save this man who would die in two years.
A cold feeling hit her whole body, and the girl suddenly began to tremble violently. Blood streaks crawled up her eyeballs and covered the whites of her eyes, faintly seeming to be detached from her eyeballs and extending from her eye sockets.
She gasped heavily, "Plop-", the girl sat on the ground with her back hunched over and her robe was stained with dust.
Fang Zhe was at a loss when he saw this and hurriedly went to catch her.
"Go away, don't touch me." The girl stammered, quickly taking out a Jingxin Pill from her sleeve and putting it into her mouth.
When Fang Zhe heard this, he stared at her blankly.
Why is she always so uncomfortable...Is she also sick?
The little deer is so pitiful...
A long while passed.
Jiang Su looked up at Fang Zhe and asked: "How do you know it's called Zhanhan? Did you name it? How did you come to Zhongdu with a sword without stepping on it?" Her eyes were sharp and her face was straight, appearing Very serious.
The distance between Zhongdu and the Eastern Region is also tens of thousands of miles.
Jiang Su asked three questions at once, and Fang Zhe was overwhelmed with answers, with a confused look on his face. He replied: "It told me. I came to Zhongdu." He lowered his head and stared at the broken knife in his hand.
"What did it tell you?" Jiang Su was shocked.
This broken sword actually has a sword spirit?
The only magic weapon with spiritual intelligence that I have seen so far is the six-turn furnace, and not even the protagonist Liu Yunqing's Wind-Winding Sword has spiritual intelligence. The Six-turn Furnace is because it is a rare and high-grade magical instrument, and it received the incense of great merit in the palace.
As expected, he was the young master of the sect, and he was not a fool for nothing. Even his swords had a sword spirit. Now that Zhanhan is disabled, the sword spirit must be struggling to stay alive...
What exactly is the heart-breaking knife...
A familiar feeling of instability came over him, and Jiang Su shook his head hastily.
No, I just took the medicine and can no longer think about the original story.
"But now...how should I take Fang Zhe to the outer city...I can't walk hundreds of miles all day and all night..."
Jiang Su was at a loss to do anything about this, and Fang Zhe stopped talking and held his broken sword to cut the cold with a cryptic expression.
After a long while, Jiang Su put his head in his hands and struggled for a while, and finally stood up. He looked down and said with a helpless look as if he had sacrificed his life for justice, "If you can control my storage bag, you can control my killing hatchet. You carry me on your back and control my hatchet."
You can't cry when you kill a goose, you can't walk because you're so weak, just bear with it...
Fang Zhe's eyes lit up when he heard this, and Jiang Su noticed that although the man didn't move, he seemed to be excited...
Jiang Su recalled Su Su, held the handle of the knife, and handed it to Fang Zhe with his own hands. He walked behind Fang Zhe in a nonchalant manner. The man happened to be squatting, so Jiang Su lay directly on his back.
While wrapping his arms around Fang Zhe's neck, Jiang Su accidentally touched the scar on his neck and instantly felt a chill on his own neck.
It’s always easy to forget that he is a highly cultivated bully and murderer in the world of cultivation...
"really interesting……"
She patted Fang Zhe's shoulder with interest and said, "Raise your hands, I can't wrap my legs around your waist."
Hearing this, Fang Zhe stretched his arms forward in cooperation, and then firmly clamped Jiang Su's legs between his two big arms. He stood up as if there was no one around, and imitated Jiang Su's hand gestures to fight in a solemn manner.
The killing was short-lived, and Fang Zhe's feet were slightly turned sideways before he could stand firmly on it.
From an angle that Jiang Su couldn't see, the corners of his mouth were curved wider than usual, and his eyes were slightly narrowed. All he needs to do is write the word happiness on his face.
Su Su slowly flew up, and the two of them headed straight for Luoning City.
In the air, Jiang Su closed his eyes tightly. The square-folded hair was blown up by the wind from time to time and swayed around her face. The shave made her face itchy, but she didn't dare let go of his hair.
Jiang Su lay down casually, feeling tired.
She thought to herself that this man's clothes were quite soft and comfortable after being cleaned by her purification technique, and they seemed to have a faint smell of sunshine.
The taste of sunshine is... warm...
She fell asleep unconsciously. Fang Zhe felt the gentle breathing beside her ears and raised her hand to block the wind blowing on her shoulders.
