"That's it?" Chi Jinxiao heard him say this, but she felt that it was not as simple as giving him a sword.
"Of course not, there are gains and losses. It's not that simple to get this sword." Chi Jinxiao couldn't see any other emotional fluctuations from Yin Yuxuan's quiet face, although he said such words from another person.
a feeling.
Yin Yuxuan put away the light in his hand and said to Chi Jinxiao: "Let's go up. I'll buy you two drinks."
"Okay." Chi Jinxiao placed the sword in the scabbard, still holding the sword with one cold and handsome hand. The cold black robe had no warmth.
After a while, Chi Jinxiao and Yin Yuxuan went up the stone steps on the half wall. As expected, the spiral stone steps lead to the top.[
"It's so hot." After the two of them walked for a while, Lan Mingyou came out from under the stone steps. His hair was soaked with sweat, and it was gently pressed against his cheek.
There is a lot of charm, and the light gauze silk behind her is still very elegant.
"I'm so exhausted." Bo Cixin also got down from the wall. He was quite tired from the posture just now.
"Disciple, what did you see just now? Are you interested in that sword?" Lan Mingyou also saw the sketch that Yin Yuxuan just showed to Chi Jinxiao.
Bo Cixin nodded slightly and said: "Of course I am interested, but I guess the price will be high."
"Are you scared?" Lan Mingyou asked slowly, raising the corners of his lips.
"That's not the case. The main thing is that that man definitely doesn't have any good intentions. How could such a great sword in the world be given away so easily?" Bo Cixin slightly pursed her lips. She was not a fool. Listening to what the man said,
I just feel like he is not a good person.
"Master, I just discovered something. I don't know if it is as I imagined." Bo Cixin's eyebrows moved slightly. Thinking about the man's actions in the sword-making furnace just now, she also felt a little eager to give it a try.
.
Lan Mingyou took a step forward, with a bit of curiosity in his slanted eyes, and said, "Disciple, let's take a look."
"Let's go up first." After Bo Cixin said that, he had already gone up to the sword-making furnace from below.
Then, Bo Cixin slowly squatted down and cut his finger like Yin Yuxuan.
"Disciple, what are you doing?" Lan Mingyou knelt down, frowned, took her finger, and pressed the wound.
Bo Cixin pulled back his finger with a smile and said: "Master, that person was like this just now. I saw him dripping blood here, and the red liquid in this sword-making furnace became transparent. It's really incredible."
After Bo Cixin said this, he squeezed his fingers and let ten drops of his own blood enter the sword-making furnace.
"No response. This swordsmith should have restricted settings for the sword-making furnace." Bo Jianxin's blood dripped down, and after a long time, it was still a red liquid, and there was no change at all.
Bo Cixin was speechless. What the hell is this? It was a complete waste of her expression.
"It seems that our trip this time will be in vain." Lan Mingyou stood up, the feathers on his shoulders trembling slightly.
Bo Zaxin pinched his fingers gently and said: "No, how can this be done? I would be sorry for myself if I go through so much effort and not take something. Even if I can't get the one here, I have to take care of the sword outside.
Take a few handfuls."
Bo Cixin has never been one to suffer losses, so there is no way for her to do a loss-making business.