How wonderful it is here, the temperature is adaptable, the environment is elegant, and the people are still immortal.
Hei Wuchang's fair face was ashen. She had killed many people in her previous life, but Yan Jun decided that she had accumulated good deeds and allowed her to enjoy it in this life.
"You - tell me your conditions!"
Chu Yue smiled, "I want to bring my nine knives."
She has nine soul-chasing swords, one large and eight small.
The big one is thirty centimeters long and the small one is ten centimeters long.
In order to make these nine mother-in-law knives for her, the organization ignored the cost and used the best quality titanium alloy steel without any impurities. It is light but extremely hard, and its hardness far exceeds high-speed steel among steel materials.
The blade is extremely sharp and almost never needs sharpening. In actual use, you will almost never encounter objects harder than it. It can easily cut any object with a lower hardness than it without any damage to the blade!
The mother knife is a multi-functional military dagger, and the eight child knives are made of different materials. They are all the best of the types used, each with its own strengths and uses.
It can be said that they are her reliance in performing tasks, they are her closest partners and her source of confidence.
Hei Wuchang's face turned completely dark. This woman wants to travel through time with such high-end weapons. Why doesn't she want a full set? Shameless!
Chu Yue looked at him with a smile, "Hey, my patience is limited."
He gritted his teeth, it wasn't a big deal, but he just didn't like her.
"OK!"
Anyway, she couldn't blame him for not giving him face if she made amends afterwards.
With a snort, Hei Wuchang shook his hand and threw Chu Yue's knife pouch to her.
As if Chu Yue had found a treasure, she carefully checked each one. Sure enough, it was in good condition. It was such a considerate little cotton-padded jacket.
Seeing her extremely obsessed with the knife, Hei Wuchang's eyes softened a bit, "Let's go!"
Chu Yue neatly assembled the knife pouch and followed Hei Wuchang into a room.
The huge room was empty except for a glowing crystal table in the center.
"Stand up."
Chu Yue checked her surroundings.
Professional inertia. She laughed at herself, standing on the stage and feeling nothing.
Suddenly she thought of a question, "What should I do with the knife on my body if I go through it like this?"
She remembered that they gave her soul clothing, but not body clothing.
