In the evening, Blade came to bring coolness to everyone again.

After drinking the water in big gulp, Ma Hongjun lay on the ground and said, "Brother Dao, your water is still so powerful! The master prepared yesterday, which was warm salt water, and it was so uncomfortable to drink!"

Blade Feng smiled and shook his head: "Actually, the master's approach is the most correct, but I still think that I should prepare some cool things for everyone.

After all, people are not puppets, and it is impossible to do everything according to the most rational one. Of course, this is under the premise of no harm."

Ma Hongjun gave a thumbs up: "That's right! Brother Dao said so well!"

Ning Rongrong looked at Daofeng with annoyed, hum!

Blade: "…"

Alas, girls always have those days!

It's understandable.

Everyone sipped in cool water.

When the coolness enters the mouth, Zhu Zhuqing only feels bitterness.

Familiar taste.

She could be sure that this water had nothing to do with the master, because the pot of water prepared by the master yesterday did not taste this way.

The blade said to everyone: "You have some rest, I'll go back first. It's so smelly that I can't stand it."

Still leaving without a trace of nostalgia.

Blade: What are you going to miss about with a bunch of stinky guys?

Everyone:...

Ning Rongrong looked at his back and was quite angry - he actually disliked her!

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her kettle in small mouth, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

...

It was really unnecessary for Blade to go to the cafeteria. There was still some food in the soul guide. Well, just some, it would be enough for him to eat for a few days.

His life is still the same, he eats food while reading books.

Suddenly, a piece of braised meat fell on the table.

The blade had quick eyes and hands, and he clamped it up in less than a blink of an eye and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

As long as his speed is fast enough, this piece of meat will be clean!

continue.

In the dark night, the entire college returned to silence.

In the girls' dormitory.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong have already fallen asleep, and Zhu Zhuqing has not yet fallen asleep, so she stands in front of the window.

Holding a white cloth package in hand.

She could feel that the strips were installed here, and even guessed what might be.

She gently opened the white package. Under the moonlight, two daggers without sheaths were lying on the white cloth...

Zhu Zhuqing felt a little disappointed and heartbroken.

He really didn't like daggers, so he specially returned two daggers to her to mock her for giving her some messy things!

But that was the best gift she could think of, and it was also the most precious assassination equipment on her.

She held two daggers in her hands that were not astonishingly beautiful, with regret and annoyance in her eyes.

What she regretted was that she was too hasty when giving gifts, and what was annoyed was how Blade could treat her like this. She made a lot of determination to have the courage to walk over!

Her heart was a little confused.

Suddenly, she found something seemed to be under the dagger.

I picked it up and saw it, it turned out to be a note.

She couldn't help but worry, what exactly did he write?

I was a little hesitant for a moment, should I open it? If there are some bad words...

No! No, he won't be that way, he is such a gentle, considerate and careful person.

The note was in her hand, but she still hesitated for a long time before she opened it.

She was nervous and looking forward to it.

After reading the above content, the haze in her heart was wiped out.

She couldn't help but burst out laughing. Under the moonlight, she looked like an elf with a hazy and dreamy color.

The only thing I said on the paper: You are the first person to get the weapons I have made with my own hands.

Although these two daggers are not precious things, don't throw them away casually, otherwise I will punch you - the cute little cat will cry for a long time, right?

cute……

I just said he wouldn't be like that!

Zhu Zhuqing had a smile on her face and looked at the paper several times, then folded it carefully and put it away.

Looking at the two daggers that looked extremely ordinary, she said to herself: Even if it is bad, I will cherish it.

But when she picked up one of them, she exclaimed lightly as soon as she bought it.

This feeling of a dagger blending with the hand.

She waved her lightly a few times, and when the black dagger cuts through the air, it is as smooth as a swimming fish passing through the water, with almost no resistance, and the black of the dagger itself is the most perfect cover in the night.

This is a top-level dagger! For assassins, in some special circumstances, its function is not under the martial soul!

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the dagger carefully at the moon, but it still looked unstunning.

There was an unhidden shock in her eyes. He actually had this kind of forging skill?! This is a work that only the top master can create!

Moreover, this wonderful feeling that is like being integrated with the body when holding it in the hand needs to be customized according to the user's specific situation.

How could he know?

She remembered that last time he held her hand to treat her injuries, he had a moment of increasing force and pinched her little hand.

Zhu Zhuqing's face suddenly turned red and was about to bleed - he actually remembered so clearly. He was not as calm as he said so at that time?

Did he...

No, no, Zhu Zhuqing, how could you think so? It's so shameful!

Blade:??

Zhu Zhuqing repacked the dagger and put it away, covered her hot cheeks and returned to the bed in small steps, and then buried herself with a quilt.

After a while, she re-created. She was holding a bracelet in her hand, and she couldn't help but smile at it.

Suddenly remembering something, she took out a candy and gently peeled it and stuffed it into her mouth.

As for the candy, I haven't eaten it for many years, it's so sweet.

...

In the next ten days, the days were repeated repeatedly and monotonically.

It was another morning.

In front of the cave of Guangming, under the shade of the trees.

A recliner.

One person and one bird.

Blade Feng looked at the little sparrow who was so quick to take a look and said gently: "Eat more, and you'll be ready to go after eating."

The little guy was about to put his mouth on a fat silkworm pupa, but suddenly he froze.

It seemed to hear some terrible words.

"What's wrong? This is your favorite. Eat more, don't be polite to me."

The little guy looked at the blade with difficulty.

"Chilarious?"

"Barbecue or stew soup? Well~ both are OK! BBQ tastes very fragrant, and stew soup can inspire the most primitive taste of the food."

The little guy felt that the sky was originally clear and suddenly became haze, and the silkworm pupa in front of him was no longer attractive, and the air around him was extremely suppressed.

The face of the blade with a faint smile was twisting and deforming, and the sharp teeth gradually appeared. The green face, the faint green light in the eyes, and the strange smile was hanging on the corner of the mouth...

"Chirp!" The little sparrow looked at the blade in horror.

You don't come here!

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Your small body is not enough for me to stuff my teeth. I still want to grill and stew the soup? If you don't bother me, I'm even sorry." Blade lay down again.
To be continued...