Issues such as comfort were not considered at the beginning of the design of this damn place. The ventilation is extremely poor and there is a putrid smell everywhere. The concept of day and night is very vague here. There is only a copper kettle dripping in the corner.
The ticking ticking reminds the passage of time.
Due to years of disrepair, the leakage hole of the copper kettle has long been blocked by rust, and it can only be shaken with two drops from time to time, stubbornly showing that it has not completely lost its function.
Ning Yan sat boredly against the wall, glanced briefly and then looked away.
I don’t even know which time zone the time of this piece of shit is in...
"How long have we been doing this?"
On the other side of the cell, Zhu Miaoer raised her head from the workbench, gently lifted the beads of sweat on her forehead with her slender fingers, and corrected angrily: "First of all, it's not us, but me. You are just watching from the side." p>
Ning Yantian protested shamelessly: "We are a team, and it is normal for each of us to perform our duties."
"What position is so vacant for you?"
"Yes, project supervision."
"You...can't say anything about you."
Zhu Miaoer had already seen this man talk about his ability to run trains, so she was too lazy to argue with him and continued to work: "I guess it will be around midnight."
Mao Shi...that is, five or six o'clock?
Ning Yan smacked her tongue. She didn't realize it when the two were chatting. She never thought that she had been working hard for nearly six hours without sleep.
Qiu Shui's transformation is not simple. The main body is refined, the outer armor is forged, and the spiritual patterns are drawn... Every step requires concentration to control the output of the true energy. It is a great test for her body and mind. I don't know how she persists.
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"How about taking a break?"
Ning Yan felt a little embarrassed, but occasionally he would be sympathetic to her.
"No need."
Zhu Miao'er was busy engraving the [Fire Swallowing] spirit pattern on the blade of the sword. She held the carved spirit knife in one hand and cast a spell to control the temperature of the furnace with the other hand. She was using both hands to draw the bow left and right. Although the progress was not fast, the writing was very steady, showing the ability of a top-level Yanshi master.
Some have profound skills.
There’s still a little bit left...
She held her breath and tried to control the hand holding the knife, almost squeezing the sea of energy to the limit.
The water energy in the dungeon is too strong. It’s not that Zhu Miaoer doesn’t understand the principle that Yanshu needs to use the Five Elements to take advantage of the situation, but there is really no better choice at the moment. At least the space here is big enough for her to spread out her workbench.
No matter what the reason is, as a Yanshi, if you can't even master the most basic knife control, it's a big joke in the world.
Her self-esteem does not allow her to fail.
Just a little bit closer!
Zi, Zi.
Sweat dripped down the hanging hair, and before it fell on the sword, it was evaporated into mist by the scorching flames. Zhu Miaoer's body was as wet as if she had just been fished out of the water.
The sticky discomfort was secondary, and the most troublesome was the falling sweat that interfered with her vision. She tried hard to blink her eyes a few times, but the effect was minimal.
But now was the critical moment, and she couldn't spare her hands for a while. Just when she was distressed, a cool thing was placed on her face.
With a gentle touch, the clarity of vision suddenly returned, and the fatigue from the time of carving spirit disappeared a lot.
Where did the wet wipes come from?
Zhu Miaoer was slightly startled and turned to look to her side.
Ning Yan had broken free from the shackles at some point, dragged the long iron chain to her, holding a wet handkerchief in his hand, and asked carefully: "Um...did I disturb you?" Zhu Miaoer shook her head and still looked at him.
Ning Yan breathed a sigh of relief, twisted the wet handkerchief, and wiped her sweat while saying in a loud voice: "You are busy with your business, just pretend that I don't exist."
How can you pretend that he doesn’t exist...
Zhu Miaoer took a deep breath and her eyes became sharp.
"Didn't you say that you were hit by the Soul-Chasing Green Light Cable and your whole body was weak, so you couldn't step on the fire for me? How come you have the strength to break the shackles now?"
The two looked at each other, and the scene fell into silence for a long time.
Ning Yan put away the handkerchief, dragged the chain back to its original position, first tied the other end of the chain to the wall, then covered her chest and collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain: "Ah ah ah, I'm fine
So weak."
"Ning Yan!"
"Okay, I'm showing off my cards." Ning Yan sat up and said seriously: "I have a strange disease that makes me feel uncomfortable whenever I get close to you."
This is not pure nonsense. The dog seems to be very eager for the Yuchi Taoist body. The previous incident with Gu Nianqing has brought him extremely shameful memories. He was afraid that he would show up as a fool again after staying with Zhu Miaoer for too long, so he had to choose to keep a distance.<
/p>
I don’t know if it was because the furnace temperature was too high, but Zhu Miaoer’s cheeks were stained with a blush, and she secretly spat: “That’s nonsense, how can there be such a disease!”
Ning Yan said seriously: "I know you don't believe it, but I can't control it."
"You, you...you'd better use your words on others!"
"That's no use. Anyway, you are the only one who can give me this feeling."
"How does it feel?"
"That's it..."
Ning Yan thought for a while, then her face turned red and she hesitated to answer.
If he really wants to tell the truth, the other party will probably have to fight him tooth and nail.
Zhu Miaoer caught a glimpse of the expression on his face out of the corner of her eye, and thought of his actions just now. This was the first time she encountered such a straightforward and bold offensive, and all kinds of messy thoughts inevitably flashed through her mind.
Why is he blushing? Why doesn't he speak...
They have only known each other for a long time, could it still be love at first sight in the drama?
No, no, no one would be interested in this face...
After figuring this out, Zhu Miaoer immediately realized that this bastard was probably teasing her!
With some indescribable anger, the cold light of the carved spirit knife in her hand became deeper and deeper. If the knife fell with divine help, the remaining spiritual patterns were completed by her in one stroke!
The next moment, the dense light on the sword disappeared without a trace!
"Did it fail?"
Ning Yan was always paying attention to Qiu Shui's transformation trends and couldn't help but ask questions like an amateur.
Based on his many years of experience in reading online articles, shouldn’t the special effects be full at this time and all kinds of light pollution will obscure your face?
"No, it's successful." Zhu Miao'er put down the Carving Spirit Sword and said calmly.
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The divine brilliance is restrained and the sky's light is hidden. This spiritual pattern is considered top-grade!
She held the hilt of the sword with one hand, brazenly stimulating the true energy in her body, and at the same time pressed the secret button and twisted it hard, and the Yanshu mechanism at the hilt suddenly made a terrifying roar!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The mysterious lines engraved on the sword's body light up one after another, and the whole sword trembles violently, as if what Zhu Miao'er is holding is not a weapon, but a ferocious beast that is ready to attack.
Ning Yan clenched her fists excitedly: "Let me try, let me try!"
"What are you trying to do? It's not finished yet." Zhu Miao'er loosened the secret button, and the shocking sound gradually died down: "It's just the main body. I'll go up and change clothes first, and then come down to work on the outer armor part." After concentrating for so long, her head was dizzy and it was time to take a breather.
"Can you bring me breakfast?" Ning Yan asked.
Zhu Miaoer rolled her eyes at him and walked away.
"Miss Zhu!"
"No!"
"No, I just want to ask...can you let me see your true face?" Ning Yan saw her face change slightly and hurriedly explained awkwardly: "I don't mean anything else, I just think you have helped me so much.
I'm busy, wouldn't it be rude if I didn't recognize you next time we meet?"
Zhu Miaoer subconsciously touched her face and blurted out: "How did you know I was wearing a phantom mask?"
Ning Yan pointed at the freckles on her face and smiled without saying a word.
"What's wrong with this pockmark?"
"Freckles are usually caused by abnormal pigment secretion in the epidermis, but you are a master of the body refining process. Your physical body should be shaved off and cleansed. It is really too abrupt to still have freckles on your face."
Zhu Miaoer half understood this long list of unfamiliar terms, but he probably understood the meaning and asked curiously: "Do you still know medical skills?"
"Know a thing or two."
"I've learned a lesson." Zhu Miaoer nodded, turned around and walked into the stairs.
"Hey, can you give me a confirmation?"
Ning Yan yelled after her for a while, but didn't expect her to turn around, and was asking for trouble.
Not long after, there was another noise from the stairs.
Ning Yan thought it was Zhu Miao'er who had returned with breakfast, and ran up to greet him excitedly, but as he ran, something suddenly didn't look right on his face.
This time, it was a strange-looking woman who walked out of the darkness.
Who is this person?! Ning Yan’s heart tightened.
How did he escape?! The woman was obviously worried.
Neither of them spoke for a while, they were stunned at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
I still have to say something...
Ning Yan thought for a while, then pretended that nothing happened and returned to the wall, fastened the chain in a familiar manner, and then lay down on the spot.