At the same time, the original darkness around the refining room was flashing with dazzling light. The man in red looked calmly at the bowl-sized wound on his arm.
He had not 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 an Arhat in 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'm not awake yet, or is someone trying to pull me into the darkness again? I've been sleeping for a long time... I can't sleep anymore."
"Can't...can't!"
At this time, the pair of bleeding arms grabbed the girl's sleeves and pulled her helpless out of the weapon refining room.
Moist blood flowed along the connection between the two people to the girl's green clothes, dyeing the sleeves red.
How many times has the medical practitioner's blood flowed to this red suit.
"Mo Duoxin... is my junior brother."
Fang Zhe's voice was deep and deep, like the sound of a bell ringing to a girl in chaos.
There was nothing strange about Jiang Su on the surface, but her doubts about the whole world were almost squeezed into her entire consciousness.
When she heard Fang Zhe's words, she quietly turned her head and lowered her eyebrows sadly.
"This is a high-quality magic weapon refined by him, and he has my blood... In this room, I... If I am injured, there will be no cure, so just exit."
"Your... blood, in a finger basin, can put all the magical weapons in the weapon refining room into the bag."
At the end, his voice seemed to get smaller and smaller, and Jiang Su actually heard a hint 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 magical weapon...a magical weapon for an entire weapon refining room? A magical weapon for a late Nascent Soul...a weapon refiner who is almost capable of becoming a god...
Are they all mine?
"..."
The body of the girl in green gradually relaxed, and she exhaled a long breath, her voice actually carrying more understanding than usual.
"You...I..." She muttered for a long time, and the melancholy all over her body was finally swallowed by her character, which was difficult to express her true temperament.
She only said: "As long as we are rich and noble, we will never forget each other!"
"..."
How could Jiang Su describe those winds and moons, nor could they speak of the same mind?
All her worries were clearly dedicated to her little senior sister.
"Hey, good brother. Without further ado, let's go and get the magic weapon. When we get out of the place, we'll go have a drink!"
The smile on Jiang Su's face at this time was not half as good as before. There was no sarcasm, no indifference, no gloating, but it was not as sweet as sweet-scented osmanthus, nor was it the expectation when seeing the clothes.
She shouldn't be in the world of cultivation, she should be chatting with this man in the stormy world.
Hearty smile.
To put it bluntly, I love money.
Hee hee, it has to be Brother Fang Zhe, the number one financial backer!
"Is it useful to give you the elixir now? We have already left the weapon refining room."
"No need... ok."
He recovered from his injury so quickly???
Jiang Su frowned and touched the man's arm in disbelief. He looked up and down at the place where he had just chopped it with the hatchet, but couldn't find any bulges or depressions.
"???It's gone??It's ready???"
"Is this... the recovery ability of the spirit? Then this weapon refining room built by your junior brother is of no use to you? You only need to take two steps and take 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 recall 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 slaughtered his whole family, and the Wujian Sect declined and disappeared from the world. Did he really do it by himself?
And... where is the master?
How could I possibly attack Master...I can't beat Master either...
Fang Zhe shook his head. He did not dare to think about all this in detail. 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 of memory.
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 bones and walked into the refining room without looking back.
Jiang Suxu babbled, 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.
Before me, I had never been 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 furrowed and his eyes were deep. 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.
Object."
Jiang Su's palm directly touched the body of the instrument, and she could feel that the drop of blood she had been stabbed earlier had an effect.
This sealing cauldron is one's own. One's own consciousness can even control it.
She patted the body of the device and put it into the storage bag in a flash. The girl patted the bag on her waist with satisfaction and asked loudly: "Fang Zhe, where is the next one?"
The red-clothed monk blinked, let her hold his arm, and led Jiang Su to the next magical weapon.
Jiang Su waited until Fang Zhe stopped, then stretched out his hand forward. As expected, the position of the thing was just within reach of his palm.
"...it feels good in the hand...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 ores have a cold taste, and Jiang Suneng was keenly aware that the coldness of this magical weapon was far greater than that of the previous sealing tripod.
"Long...shovel."
"..."
"Haha, your junior brother pays great attention to the development of agricultural roads. This magical instrument is too heavy for cultivation and ugly for physical cultivation. Mortal farmers can't use it, so it is a useless thing."
Jiang Su's comments this time were still harsh, but not unreasonable.
These two magical weapons of his junior brother are very useless. Could it be that every magical 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 instruments and a room full of scrap metal and scraps?