After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

At the same time, the originally dark place around the refining room shone with dazzling light, and the man in red looked at the bowl-sized wound on his arm calmly.

He hadn't 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 am not awake yet, is it because someone is going to drag me into the darkness again. I have slept for a long time...I can't sleep anymore."

"No... no!"

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 to the girl's Tsing Yi along the connection between the two, and the sleeves were stained red.

How many times the blood of the medical practitioners flowed to the red clothes.

"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 no difference on Jiang Su's face, but her doubts about the whole world were almost squeezed in her entire consciousness.

Hearing Fang Zhe's words, she turned her head quietly, her eyes lowered sadly.

"This mansion 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 medicine to heal, just quit."

"Your... blood is in the one-finger basin, and you can put all the artifacts in the refining room into your bag."

In the end, his voice seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, and Jiang Su could hear a trace of grievance in his tone.

"It's all... yours."

"Give you all."

"Bang——" Just like the feeling of being crushed by flying stones on the day of awakening, Jiang Su's breathing froze for a moment.

He wants to give me a dharma utensil... an entire dharma utensil in the refining room?A late Nascent Soul... a magic weapon of a craftsman who is almost capable of transforming gods...

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 babbled for a long time, and the melancholy feeling all over her body was finally swallowed in her stomach under the character that could hardly express her true feelings.

She only said: "If you are rich, you will never forget each other!"

"..."

How could Jiang Su say those winds and moons, and he couldn't say the same words.

All her sorrows were obviously given to the little senior sister alone.

"Ham, good brother. Don't say much, let's go, get the magic weapon, and let's go drink when we get out of the place!"

The smile on Jiang Su's face at this time is not the same as in the past, there is no sarcasm, no indifference, no gloating, but it is not the sweetness in the sweet-scented osmanthus, and it is not the expectation when seeing the clothes.

She shouldn't be in the realm of comprehension, she should be chatting with this person in the stormy rivers and lakes.

Hearty smile.

To put it bluntly, it is love of 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... that's fine."

? ? ?How did he recover from injury so quickly? ? ?

Jiang Su frowned, touched the man's arm in disbelief, fumbled up and down at the place where the hatchet had been cut just now, but couldn't feel any protrusion or depression.

"??? Gone?? Already ready???"

"This is... the recovery ability of Huashen? Then the refining room that your junior brother cultivated is of no use to you? You just need to take two steps and come out to catch 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... what about Master?

How could I fight Master... I can't beat Master...

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 to recall.

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 him, he never went to the entire 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 frowned, his eyes were deep, and 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 directly touched the body of the device, and she could feel that the drop of blood that had been stabbed earlier seemed to have worked.

This tripod is his own.One's own consciousness can even control it.

She patted the body of the device, and put the thing into the storage bag in an instant.The girl patted the bag on her waist with satisfaction, and asked loudly, "Fang Zhe, where is the next one?"

The monk in red blinked, let her hold his arm, and led Jiang Su to the next magic weapon.

Jiang Su waited until Fang Zhe stopped, and stretched out his hand directly.Sure enough, the location of this thing happened to be 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 ore tasted cold, and Jiang Su was keenly aware that the coldness of this magic weapon was far better than that of the previous Feng Ding.

"Long... shovel."

"..."

"Hehe, your junior brother still pays attention to the development of farming. This magic weapon plant cultivator despises weight, body cultivator despises ugliness, and it is useless for mortal farmers, and it is useless."

Jiang Su's comments this time are still harsh, but not without reason.

These two magic weapons of his junior brother are really tasteless.Could it be that every magic weapon made by this person is like this.

After realizing this, Jiang Su couldn't help laughing.

So what's the difference between a room full of magical artifacts and a room full of scrap metal?