Two tigers

Two tigers

Run fast

Run fast

No ears

One without a tail

Very good looking

Very good looking

...

The gentle singing echoed in the dormitory.

Its unique melody, beautiful lyrics, ethereal artistic conception, and thought-provoking connotation are really intoxicating in this ocean of art.

"Drip, dad..." The sound of water dropping on the bathroom floor.

The blade is washing away, and this wonderful and ethereal singing comes from him.

He felt that one day he no longer needed to dance with swords and swords. Perhaps he could rely on this unique singing to be a world-renowned super singer!

But when I thought about it, let it go, how could everyone enjoy his wonderful singing?

The little white rabbit is white and white

Two ears lifted up

Cut the artery and vein

Blood was released

Got it

Skinned

Cut into pieces

Added seasoning to make a fire

Gulugulu

Very fragrant

...

Blade is intoxicated by his talent, and it is another good song. The inspiration for this song comes from life, or around you.

A certain rabbit sperm stood up inexplicably.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Xiao Wu shook her head, with a strange illusion.

"Oh, Zhuqing has released a pair of carrots, do you want it?"

"Of course! Fry the carrot!"

"I won!"

"Ah! Xiao Wu, why do you always win? Have you cheated?" Ning Rongrong held four identical radishes in his hand, wanting to cry without tears.

She is only one step away from victory!

"It's not! Victory comes from my keen sense of smell of carrots." Xiao Wu laughed.

"This is just a picture!" Ning Rongrong wanted to kill the bad rabbit with one punch.

"Paper radish is also a radish!" Xiao Wu retorted.

Zhu Zhuqing's attention was not on her and the other two.

Looking out the window, what was he doing?

Knife someone finished taking a shower.

Next, he will use his small hands to create the best quality hilt!

No matter how good a sword does not have a qualified handle, it is not much different from a scrap iron.

When the lights are on, the tools and materials that have been prepared are arranged regularly.

The main material he prepared was not wood, but a metal with good ductility, restoration and moderate softness.

A small stove was placed beside the table with a blade, and he closed the window and covered it so that others could not think that the fire would cause unnecessary trouble.

Anyway, it won’t take much time, so I won’t suffocate him here, right?

The sword smiled and wanted to kill him. There were so many strong men who caught him but failed. If they were fumigated, those who wanted to kill him but failed would probably cry to death, while those who died at his hands would probably cry to death.

And those who want to capture him alive should be very sad.

Holding a long sword in his hand, he gently caressed.

The metal completely softened after about half an hour.

It's time to start doing serious business.

Let's complete the last step.

Open the window, put away the tools, and take out a snow-white towel.

After some water, he wanted to clean the sword body for his new sword and wipe the metal powder on it.

He had many such swords, but unfortunately they were mostly broken in battle.

At first, I feel a little pity, after all, I have to accompany me through life and death. Most of them have no spirits, but they have feelings.

But gradually he got used to it, but he was still used to cleaning the sword body for the sword after the battle.

Regardless of whether there is blood on it, his heart will return to peace and peace as it is cleansed.

That was a long time ago.

Now his heart is strong enough, and he no longer needs to use this self-deception method to obtain peace of mind.

Four weapons were neatly arranged by the blade.

He picked up a sword and stood up.

A set of basic sword techniques was used by him.

After stopping, he nodded with satisfaction, and he deserves to be a master-level producer.

He named it Black Iron, as simple as it itself.

I returned to the table and put away the two black irons, picked up the dagger and waved it a few times, only to see the afterimage.

He looked at the sky and realized that it was getting late and most of the lights in the dormitory building opposite were gone.

The stars in the sky are still so charming. I glanced at the back blade for a few more times and prepared to practice. As a level 28 slag, he must work hard and make progress. Just like the kitten opposite him who walked to the windowsill to blow the air because he couldn't sleep.

Zhu Zhuqing was a little surprised. He actually turned on the light at this time?

The blade smiled and waved to him.

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to raise her hand, but in the end she just nodded to the other side.

The blade's lips moved slightly, then left the windowsill, and the light went out.

Zhu Zhuqing read out what he said - take a break earlier.

A smile appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's face. She hugged her chest with her hands, looked at the blade for a while, then turned her eyes to the vast, mysterious and deep starry sky.

This magnificent starry sky fascinated her, and her eyes gradually became hazy. I couldn't help but recall the peaceful time when I was lying on the grass slope with my sister, gnawing apples and counting stars...

"Zhuqing, look, there are shooting stars!"

"Ah? Where? I want to make a wish!"

"I'm lying to you."

"Zhuyun, you are so bad! I want to punish you!"

"Zhuqing, stop scratching, hahaha..."

Unfortunately, time takes away the beauty, and the family heritage full of the jungle law completely destroys each other's feelings.

Her eyes flashed with pain and struggle, then calmed and firmed again.

She took her eyes back and looked at the dark window opposite again. She was going to rest. There was still a arduous training waiting for her tomorrow.

It has nothing to do with the master. How can I say it? The master is still somewhat human.

This is her own demand for herself, and her desire for power is far more than Oscars, and she has to put in more effort for this.

Today, Blade is the first handsome guy to get up in the entire academy.

How could this invincible loneliness be understood by those lazy people who are still dying in bed?
To be continued...