At the same time, the original darkness around the refining room was flashing with dazzling light. The man in red looked calmly at the bowl-sized wound on his arm.
He had not seen the warmth of blood flowing for a long time.
"Junior brother... you... are not dead."
Although Fang Zhe's voice was low, it was filled with an absolute judgment at this moment. His degree of certainty in this sentence was almost the same as that of the deer who will definitely eat grass.
Jiang Su thought he knew Fang Zhe well enough, but now he was first pricked on his finger to draw blood, and then when he was given a small punishment, he really hurt his... friend who was like the Arhat of the Demon-Suppressing Temple.
All this... was inconsistent with her original understanding.
"It shouldn't be... Fang Zhe shouldn't be hurt. Is it because I'm not awake yet, or is someone trying to pull me into the darkness again. I've been sleeping for a long time... I can't sleep anymore."
"Can't...can't!"
At this time, the pair of bleeding arms grabbed the girl's sleeves and pulled her helpless out of the weapon refining room.
The wet blood flowed along the connection between the two people to the girl's green clothes, and the sleeves were dyed red.
How many times has the medical practitioner's blood flowed to this red suit.
"Mo Duoxin...is my junior brother."
Fang Zhe's voice was deep and deep, like the sound of a bell ringing out to a girl in chaos.
There was nothing strange on Jiang Su's face, but her doubts about the whole world were almost squeezed into her entire consciousness.
When she heard Fang Zhe's words, she quietly turned her head and lowered her eyebrows sadly.
"This is a high-grade magic weapon refined by him. He has my blood... In this room, I... If I am injured, there will be no cure, so just exit."
"Your...blood, in a finger basin, can put all the magical weapons in the weapon refining room into the bag."
At the end, his voice seemed to get smaller and smaller, and Jiang Su actually heard a hint of grievance in his tone.
"It's all...yours."
"Give you all."
"Bang——" Jiang Su's breathing froze for a moment, just like the feeling of being crushed by flying stones on the day he woke up.
He wants to give me a magic weapon...a whole weapon refining room's magic weapon? The magical weapon of a late-stage Nascent Soul... almost capable of becoming a god...
Are they all mine?
"..."
The body of the girl in green gradually relaxed, and she exhaled a long breath, her voice even more enlightened than before.
"You...I..." She murmured for a long time, and the melancholy all over her body was finally swallowed by her character, which was difficult to express her true temperament.
She only said: "As long as we are rich and noble, we will never forget each other!"
"..."
How could Jiang Su tell the wind and the moon, nor could they agree with each other.
All her worries were clearly attributed to her little senior sister.
"Damn, good brother. Without further ado, let's go and get the magic weapon. When we get out of the place, we'll go have a drink!"
The smile on Jiang Su's face at this time was not half as good as before, no sarcasm, no indifference, no gloating, but it was not as sweet as sweet-scented osmanthus, nor was it the expectation when seeing the clothes.
She shouldn't be in the world of cultivation, she should be chatting with this man in the stormy world.
Hearty smile.
To put it bluntly, they love money.
Hee hee, it has to be Brother Fang Zhe, the number one financial backer!
"Is it useful to give you the elixir now? I've already left the weapon refining room."
"No need... ok."
? ? ?
Did he recover from his injury so quickly? ? ?
Jiang Su frowned and touched the man's arm in disbelief. He looked up and down at the place where he had just chopped it with the hatchet, but couldn't find any bulges or depressions.
"???No more?? Already healed???"
"Is this... the recovery ability of the spirit? Then this weapon refining room built by your junior brother is of no use to you? You just need to take two steps and take a few breaths. This thing can't kill you."
"Oh, you can crawl out of these few feet."
Jiang Su's tone at this time was extremely mocking.
"No, he's not dead."
The junior brother in this mansion is not targeting me, he is not dead.
He couldn't remember any of the reasons or details, and he couldn't even remember whether he had done anything to his junior brother at that time.
Everyone in the world said that he had slaughtered his whole family, and the Wujian Sect declined and disappeared from the world. Did you really do it yourself?
And... where is the master?
How could I possibly attack Master...I can't beat Master either...
Fang Zhe shook his head. He didn't dare to think about it all. His sea of consciousness was like a puzzle with only a few pieces left. There was no connection or direction between these memories.
He couldn't even follow those white threads.
Only... chance.
After seeing a certain scene, a certain thing, or a certain person, you will return to a scene and learn something about the past.
A pair of cold hands covered his warm arms again. She grabbed the restored flesh and bone and walked into the weapon refining room without looking back.
Jiang Su was chattering, first whispering to herself, then turning to ask Fang Zhe: "What kind of magic weapon is this?" She tapped it with her knuckles, and her skin turned red somewhere in the structure, and her voice echoed slightly. In front of me, I have never been to the entire weapon refining room.
This is a hollow magic weapon.
Fang Zhe's eyes fell on the thing in front of the two of them. His brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes were deep. After thinking for a moment, he returned: "Feng Ding."
"Feng Ding?"
"I seem to have some impression that in the past few years, a round body and round cover seemed to be popular in the cultivation world, but it was called a tripod. It is obvious that the fire door is added to an alchemy furnace, but it is called a sealing tripod. It is useless. thing."
Jiang Su's palm touched the instrument directly, and she could feel that the drop of blood she had been stabbed earlier had an effect.
This sealing cauldron is my own. You can even control it with your own consciousness.
She patted the body of the device and put it into the storage bag in a flash. The girl patted the bag on her waist with satisfaction and asked loudly: "Fang Zhe, where is the next one?"
The red monk blinked, let her hold his arm, and led Jiang Su to the next magic weapon.
Jiang Su waited until Fang Zhe stopped and then stretched his hand forward. As expected, the position of this thing was just within reach of my palm.
"...It feels good...the surface is smooth...can't you carry it? Is this a heavy weapon? The structure in the middle is similar to a long stick, could it be a long gun?"
Most of the ores have a cold taste, and Jiang Suneng was keenly aware that the coldness of this magical weapon was far greater than that of the previous sealing tripod.
"Long...shovel."
"..."
"Haha, your junior brother pays great attention to the development of agricultural roads. This magical instrument is too heavy for cultivation and ugly for physical cultivation. Mortal farmers can't use it, so it is a useless thing."
Jiang Su's comments this time were still harsh, but not unreasonable.
These two magical weapons owned by his junior brother are useless. Could it be that every magic weapon this person makes is like this?
After realizing this, Jiang Su couldn't help laughing.
So what's the difference between a room full of magical instruments and a room full of scrap metal and scraps?
