It's daybreak, no sun, no snow.
The cold was still so heavy and the loneliness was still so deep. In the silvery white sky, two figures slowly left the shop.
Random didn't take away the 'Golden Silk Armor', and he didn't even take away the lives of Mrs. Qiangwei and Zi-faced Erlang.
In the cold wind, the two of them walked side by side. Yao Yue's eyes were on fire as she stared at the man...
Glancing at her, he sighed casually: "Why are you angry again? I haven't started to be angry with you yet today."
Just these words are enough to make people angry, not to mention the remaining anger?
Yao Yue gritted her teeth and said, "What you said yesterday still counts!"
Ranran said with a smile: "Of course what I said counts, but do you recognize what you have done? A nice and pleasant scene was destroyed by your palm. Now it's my words that don't count or your failure to do good things." ?”
Yao Yue shouted: "How can you blame me?"
Ranran asked: "Can't you still blame me?"
Yao Yue said angrily: "How can I not blame you? If it weren't for you... if you weren't moaning and screaming, how could I not be able to bear it?"
Her voice gradually became softer, and in the cold winter moon, her face, which was as beautiful as ice and snow, was suddenly covered with a bright red like sunset.
He raised his eyebrows arbitrarily and said, "Once a person is in a comfortable and comfortable environment, he will naturally hum uncontrollably. Is there anything wrong with this?"
Listening to his words, Yao Yue couldn't help but think of this man's nasal voice again...
The strange sound seemed to still be lingering in her ears. When she recalled the strange sound, her cheeks were covered with clouds. Although she tried her best to keep a straight face and look cold, she didn't dare to look at him. Very unnatural.
Such a shy look revealed a different kind of charm.
Yaoyue said coldly: "No matter what you do for me, you should do it."
Xuanyuan suddenly stood still, smiled and said: "Forget it, I can accept you for a day. What do you want?"
Hearing these words, Yao Yue also stood still, and then her bright eyes stared at Ran for a moment, with a look of surprise on her face at first, and then her expression became excited.
A touch of beauty overflowed from the thin cherry lips, making the already delicate face even more beautiful and exquisite, as if it was both real and illusory, like a spell that seduces the soul.
Yao Yue looked at him, raised her hand several times, and put it down again. If she had wished that this life would be worse than death in the past, now she didn't know how to vent the long-standing resentment and anger in her heart.
Ranran just stood there motionless and didn't bother her.
After a while, Yao Yue just gritted her teeth and said, "I'll make a note of it first. I'll count this day down when I think of how to 'torture' you."
Ranran smiled and said: "Okay, let's continue on our way."
Seeing him turning around gracefully and striding away, Yao Yue was slightly startled, then stepped forward and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
He put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "What am I afraid of?"
Yaoyue said coldly: "I will definitely 'torture' you. Don't think I will let you go so easily!"
Ranran smiled and said: "Even so, there is nothing to be afraid of. At worst, I will regret it later!"
The cold wind blew on her face, but how could it touch the coldness in her heart? It was no longer cold, but scorching heat, but evil fire. When the evil fire jumped up, Yao Yue almost jumped up in anger.
As soon as he raised his hand, an unparalleled, powerful, and overbearing palm force hit the man.
However, the palm force was applied to the body, and the palm force bounced away without even trembling in any body shape.
"boom!"
Snowflakes fell, and a big tree broke.
…
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
This is Niujia Town, and this is the only blacksmith shop in the town.
The crisp sound of iron striking echoed in the cold wind and kept echoing. The fire seeped out, adding a different color to the snowy and white sky.
In front of the furnace, a blacksmith was hammering a piece of red-hot black iron.
Ran Yi and Yao Yue walked over, and the blacksmith raised his head.
When he saw Yaoyue, he almost screamed out in surprise, but when he saw that cold and biting gaze again, he was so frightened that he quickly retracted his gaze and tightened his mind.
The blacksmith lowered his head, not daring to look at Yao Yue again. He just lowered his head and said, "What kind of weapon do you want to build, sir?"
Randomly asked: "Can you repair the sword blade?"
The blacksmith nodded honestly and said: "Yes!"
Randomly, he pulled out the string from his waist, and along with a ray of piano sound, a silver glow leaked out.
When Yao Yue saw his broken sword, she couldn't help but frown slightly in shock.
When the blacksmith saw the broken sword, his eyes nearly bulged out. He slowly approached and couldn't help but reach out for the Xian Yin Sword.
Ranran handed the sword to his hand. After the blacksmith took it, he murmured: "Good craftsmanship, good sword-making skills, but how could it be broken? How could this sword be broken?"
As if he was possessed by a demon, he held the edge of the sword with his palm and looked at the sword body with his eyes. Even though there was a huge gash in the palm of his hand and blood was dripping, he seemed to be completely unconscious.
After a long while, he said casually: "Can it be repaired?"
The blacksmith came back to his senses, looked up at Yi Yi, and said with a wry smile: "The old blacksmith is incapable of repairing it, and he doesn't dare to repair such a magical sword!"
Looking at the Xianyin Sword that was handed over again, he reached out and put it back into its sheath, and then asked: "Then do you know who can repair it, and who dares to repair it?"
The blacksmith thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, maybe you can go to Baoding City to have a look, but I'm afraid no one can do it."
Xian Yin is a descendant of Zhang Yajiu, and it took five years to cast. Although it is not as beautiful as Zhu Ting's melting of a deer-cutting knife, it is still the work of a famous master.
Ranran never expected the blacksmith to be able to repair the Xianyin Sword, he just wanted to find out who in the world could do it.
After leaving a piece of gold leaf behind, he turned around and left without stopping.
Niujia Town is not far from Baoding. It is a very prosperous town. It was not completely dark yet, the snow had stopped, and the shops on both sides of the street had workers clearing the snow in front of their doors.
Walking into one of the best inns in town, all the guests in the inn were thrown out by Yaoyue.
She is inherently evil, and it is rare that she does not kill anyone. Facing Yao Yue, who in this world can do anything except arbitrary?
Encountering these two evil spirits today, the shopkeeper could only lament his misfortune, and quickly asked the waiter to clean the tables and chairs, and then immediately serve the food and wine.
But they never expected that not only two evil spirits would come today, but also two plague gods.
A rapid sound of wheels came into the inn, and there was another roar, and a big man with a beard ran in carrying another sick man with bloodless face and blue lips.
After the big man entered the door, he slammed the table and shouted: "Bring the wine, the best wine! If you dare to mix it with water, I will kill your heads."
Li Xunhuan smiled weakly and said, "In the past twenty years, you have just gained some of the heroic spirit of 'Iron Armored King Kong'!"
The bearded man held back his tears and said, "I will also have a few drinks with the young master today."
"How many cups are enough?"
The big man with the beard trembled and said: "It's not just a few cups, I will drink as much as the young master drinks!"
As soon as the two finished talking, they found that there were two other people in the empty lobby.
Li Xunhuan smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect to meet you two again."
