Lethal Impulse

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Chapter 575, Casting the Sword

"This sentence should be right for men." I looked at her impatiently and said.

"It also depends on the kind of man. The man under me is not counted." Liu Ying said with a slight smile, her face full of flirty. Now, in addition to her wildness, she also has a more charming. This has never been done before.

"Okay, you've won." I shook my head in distress, but I didn't think I was pushed this time, and Liu Ying was the one who pushed me.

Liu Yingrong looked at me radiantly, seemed very proud, as if satisfied. She lay next to me, and then looked at me straight, smiling and said: "I finally became your woman."

"I didn't agree." I said weakly.

Who knows Liu Yingliu raised her eyebrows, and then grabbed my neck violently, said: "You have eaten and wiped me clean, do you want to pat the **** away? Tell you, you dare to bear me I dare to castrate you. "

"How dare I, how powerful you are." I looked at her and said with a sneer. To know the character of Liu Ying, it really can be done.

"Huh, if you know him, you have clearly enjoyed people from the inside out." Liu Ying snorted.

I gently hugged her body, anyway, now I don't care. I sighed softly, and then said, "Do you feel sorry for Chen Lanyu by doing this?"

"Do you still miss her?" Liu Ying looked at me a little.

"How can I forget?" I said bitterly.

Liu Ying looked at me and said, "Nothing, hasn't she already passed away?"

"What if I resurrected her." I asked.

"I'm afraid it is impossible to revive a person." Liu Ying looked at me and shook his head: "Five thousand years from ancient times, from Qin Huang Han Wu to Tang Zong Song Zu. None of them want to be resurrected, but from ancient times to the present , Has anyone been resurrected? "

"Even if it was resurrected, it wouldn't be the same as before."

"Maybe," I smiled bitterly, his expression rather helpless. Although now I have collected a lot of fragments. But for the idea of ​​resurrecting Chen Lanyu, I have become more and more light. It's not that I'm ruthless, but I feel more and more that fragments are getting harder and harder to collect.

Just when I was cranky, Liu Ying turned over and sat on me again, then smiled: "Don't think so much, let's do it again."

"No, I'm not in good health." I shouted vaguely, but it was too late. Soon, a cry of helplessness sounded in the room.

The next day, I walked out with a tired face, and Liu Ying embraced my arm sweetly. We are going to find a ghostsmith together. According to the address he told me, he had been in a place called Tibetan Sword Furnace recently.

When I found the Tibetan Sword Furnace, I found it very remote. It can even be described as deadly. Here is among a deep forest. There are very few people here, even saying there is no one.

One can imagine how terrible this forest is at night. But in such a place, there is a lonely hut. This hut is the Tibetan sword furnace. No one can think of such a hut in such a place.

When Liu Ying and I came here, we saw the ghost craftsman sitting in front of the fire with his back to us. And in the stove, a purple flame was burning.

"I'm here," said the ghostsmith without looking back.

"I'm here." I looked at him and said.

"You shouldn't be here."

"But I'm still here."

Listening to the dialogue between the two of us, Liu Ying looked slightly stunned and felt very surprised.

On the contrary, it was me who could understand the loneliness of the ghost craftsman and looked at him with his back to us. I do n’t know why. I know that he may have a sad past like me, otherwise he will not carry something like a coffin.

"Give me something." The ghostsmith said.

"Okay." I threw the material directly at him.

The ghost craftsman picked up the material gently, and then looked closely, as if he was distinguishing something. After a while he said, "Since that is the case, you wait."

I nodded and stood with Liu Ying.

And just then, the ghostsmith started casting. He looked at the material in his hand and suddenly shouted, "It's your turn."

After he finished speaking, a black gas surged out of his body, forming an old man's figure.

At first glance, this old man was an ancient man. When he appeared, there was a powerful ghost in his body. When I saw this, my complexion changed, and I couldn't think of a ghost craftsman who could control ghosts. The old man in front of him, like the ghost of the mirror, is a raised ghost.

"No wonder it is called a ghost craftsman, which originally meant that." Liu Ying muttered to herself, her heart was quite shocked. Unexpectedly, the ghostsmith still has this hand.

When the old man appeared, he stood beside the ghostsmith. It stared at the material, then said: "It's a very good material, it can be melted into a powerful weapon."

"Well." The ghost maker nodded and said, "Come on, let's finish this sword together."

"Well." The old man nodded, and then the two of them joined together and began to make swords.

I stepped forward to see it, but I felt unbelievable, because the old man and ghostsmith in front of me, the way of casting swords, is really too weird.

The stove in front of them was burning a purple flame. The old man grabbed the fire spirit knife and thumped it continuously, letting the purple flame melt the fire spirit knife completely,

At this moment, the old man didn't know where to take out a hammer, and he kept hitting on the melted fire spirit knife, the furnace fired a purple flame, but the temperature in the room was very low.

I saw it when I saw it, because the flame in front of me was not a blaze at all. It is overcast.

On the other side, the ghostsmith turned his head to look at me, and then said, "Give me your hand."

I quickly stretched out my hand. Who knows that the ghost crafter reached out and pulled me to his side, pulled out a small dagger, and took a knife down my wrist. In my slight shock, blood kept flowing down, and the ghostsmith put the flame stone and the heart of the fire ghost under my wrist.

The blood dripped on the flame stone and continued to drip, as if melting, and at this moment, the ghostsmith suddenly withdrew my hand. I hurried back, and Liu Ying bandaged me distressedly. But I don't think about this injury.

The ghost craftsman and the old man cooperated quite well. They followed the steps and sat down step by step. And the old man stretched out his hand and kept beating, and the power, angle, and speed of each hammer implied a certain pattern.

In this way, the flame stone, the fire spirit knife, the fragment of Chixiao, the heart of the fire ghost, all these things come together. Then the figure of a sword gradually appeared. Seeing this, I was very excited, it seems that this sword is about to take shape.