"Benefactor, you seem sad?" On the side, the little giant looked at Weiyang on the shoulder of the giant leader and asked.
Weiyang withdrew her gaze from the distant sky and looked at the half-grown giant, "Little guy, have you ever dreamed?"
"Of course, I had a dream two days ago. I dreamed that there was a mountain of meat in front of me. I woke up when I was about to eat it." The little giant said with annoyance in his tone, "I hope that dream will never happen again."
It will become real.”
Wei Young raised the corners of her lips lightly, "I'm the same as you, I hope some dreams will never come true."
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Because there were some matters in the elf village, Luo Jia did not go with the two of them. Zi Tong was worried that she would be alone, so she deliberately left Zi Tu to wait for her, while she and Beichen returned to Beizhou together.
Two days later, the two quickly crossed the ice sea that separated the two continents and returned to the Northern Wasteland.
Purple Eyes landed on the valley where Mr. Xue was buried, and walked towards the cemetery covered with white snow, "This is Mr. Xue's tomb."
Beichen nodded slightly and bowed three times to Mr. Xue's tombstone very respectfully.
The person he truly respects in this world, besides his parents, is Mr. Xue.
"After things settle down, we will choose a place to bury him." Beichen turned around and hugged her shoulders comfortingly, "Don't be sad, there is still me."
"Yes." Zi Tong also walked to his side and saluted Mr. Xue, "The teacher said that there was a barrier left in the forest behind the mountain. It seems that he has some connection with my mother. I think there may be something about my mother there.
Well, let’s go see grandpa first, and then return to the academy.”
"Okay." Beichen held her hand and said, "Let's go."
The two of them rushed to the Beihuang branch of the college first. As soon as they got down, they saw a man coming forward with a face of surprise. It was Meng Fusheng.
"Purple Eyes, Mr. Bei!"
"How are you doing lately?" Zi Tong asked.
"Grandpa Zi's health has improved a lot. There is nothing special." Meng Fusheng said.
"That's good." Zi Tong felt relieved, "You have worked hard these days. If nothing happens, I will go back to Tianji City first. After meeting Grandpa, we will return to Central Continent."
Meng Fusheng was a little reluctant to part with it, but did not try to keep it. He just took out a delicate small box from his body and brought it to Zi Tong, "This is the knife I made according to your request. I don't know if it fits."
Zi Tong took the box he sent and opened it, only to see a small knife lying on the white velvet cushion.
She reached over and picked up the knife from the box.
The handle was long and slender, just fitting in her hand, but the blade was thinner than a cicada's wing. If it weren't for the extremely light purple color, the blade would be almost invisible.
"How sharp is it?" Zi Tong asked, looking at the knife in his hand.
The blade is thin enough, but if it is not sharp enough, no matter how thin it is, it will be in vain.
Meng Fusheng took out a piece of purple gold ore and gently threw it into the air, "Try it!"
Zi Tong clenched the knife in her hand, slashed it diagonally, and struck the purple gold ore with the blade. The ore was split into two pieces instantly, and the cut was smooth and neat.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Meng Fusheng asked.
"Good knife."
This time, even Beichen couldn't help but sigh.
"Thank you, Mr. Bei." Meng Fusheng smiled politely.
"Fu Sheng." Zi Tong put the knife into the box, "Work hard. I believe that next time we meet again, you will become the best weapon refiner in the world."