Feng Yin sighed and gently stroked the little eagle and the little falcon.
He said softly: "If one day, I send you out, even if my original intention is for your good, will you remember me? Do you remember my original intention? Will you blame me?"
His voice was a little sad.
Both Kitty Eagle and Kitty Falcon looked at Feng Yin with their round eyes, and they pressed their pointed beaks towards Feng Yin affectionately and rubbed Feng Yin's fingers.
Although they are intelligent, they cannot understand such a long speech. They are only ignorant at this moment. However, for them, happiness, joy and satisfaction at this moment are everything, so why do they need to understand what their master is saying.
Just in the palm of Fengyin's hand, they are completely satisfied.
Feng Yin sighed deeply.
After playing with San Xiao for a while, Feng Ying took Xiao Ying and Xiao Falcon to play.
Feng Yin returned to the room by himself and opened the package sent by Wu Tiejun.
First, he sorted out his chaotic thoughts, adjusted his state, and then focused his attention on the twenty-two soul beads.
It is obvious that although these soul beads are also of high quality, they are much inferior to the three king-level ones given by Feng Ying's mother.
This is true even for the rare half-step eighth-level monster soul bead that Wu Tiejun said. It's too different.
When it comes to objects, I am most afraid of comparison. Although my harvest this time is rich, the quantity is large, but the quality... But I am not sure whether I can get through the eyes of the little broken knife, and what kind of feedback I will give!
Just when Feng Yin focused his eyes on the twenty-two soul beads, Feng Yin suddenly felt that deep in his sea of consciousness, the small broken knife that had been silent for a long time began to stir.
coming!
Leaning slightly, a stream of heat surged suddenly, as if it had appeared out of nowhere, rushing along the meridians to Feng Yin's fingertips, filled with impatient emotions.
There is a way!
Feng Yin's heart moved.
So Feng Yin placed the twenty-two soul beads on the table, and it was one thing to touch them with his eyes. However, he was still a full meter and a half away from the table.
Even if I really stretched out my hand, I couldn't touch it.
Feeling the strange phenomenon on his finger, Feng Yin showed a sly smile on his face.
All of this was his testing method, to confirm how tempting the Soul Bead was to Little Broken Knife!
He had felt it last time; the small broken knife had to come into contact with the Soul Bead in order to absorb it. If it couldn't come into contact with it, he could only sigh in vain and have no choice.
The current situation can be said to be within Feng Yin's expectation and everything is under control.
The fingers felt itchy and hot, and the shocks came one after another, one wave higher than the other, which made Feng Yin, the person involved, feel so uncomfortable that he almost shouted. It was a feeling that he had to reach out and grab the soul bead immediately.
impulse.
This is true whether it is physical or mental, body or soul!
But Feng Yin just held it back, forcefully, and refused to move.
"It's just a small broken knife, but you actually want to do whatever you want with me?"
"You belong to me, but you want to control me and order me? How can there be such a thing in the world?"
Feng Yin forced himself to endure it, suppressing the increasingly strong impulse.
No matter how you act like a monster, I won't stand still, but I want to see what other methods you have.
The real purpose of Feng Yin's move is obvious, which is to negotiate with Xiao Dao and gain the initiative.
Although he didn't know whether this little broken knife had intelligence, whether it could understand what he said, and whether it could communicate with him; but he had to try!
The previous transformation of the elbow and armpit, without any warning, allowed the knife to directly absorb the three soul beads, and then they did not come out again.
Feng Yin has always believed that this was the biggest failure in his life as a human being, nothing like it!
I had a golden finger, but the golden finger ran away after taking advantage of it.
——I’ve really embarrassed the time traveler!
So Feng Yin must understand it this time. He will never compromise before he understands it, and he will still not compromise after he understands it.
The discomfort on his fingers gradually climbed to a limit. Feng Yin felt that even if he cut off his fingers directly, he would not only not feel pain, but would only feel a pleasure similar to release.
But he still endured it, even with a smile on his face.
Fight with me?
come!
Hurt each other!
Fall in love and kill each other!
Let’s see if you are more powerful with a sword, or am I, Feng Da Lang, the Feng Da Lang who is more powerful as a time traveler!
I don’t believe it!
This process still lasts for a long time, and various feelings are constantly surging, including the ups and downs, but no outsider can understand it. In short, it is unbearable.
However, Feng Yin was not anxious at all, but calm and relaxed.
He kept pointing his fingers at the many soul beads on the table, but they didn't move, not moving.
No matter how you move, I won’t move. Let’s see who can shake whom!
five minutes.
ten minutes.
A quarter of an hour.
One hour.
One and a half hours.
Two hours passed.
The knife never gave up its efforts, but Feng Yin was also really cruel, holding a needle in his other hand and always hanging on his thigh.
Whenever you feel like you can't take it anymore, give yourself a shot.
A moment of sharp stinging sensation, a moment of inexplicable pain, always made Feng Yin's thoughts return to clarity. With his teeth and mouth cracked, he was fighting against his willpower again.
I'm at odds with you, a little bastard, and I'm trying my best to keep injecting myself to keep my spirits up. If it doesn't work for one hour, then two hours, if it doesn't work for two hours, or one night, or if it doesn't work for one night, then three days and three nights!
If you don't accept it, I will stay with you for a year!
It doesn't matter!
The only result is that I must control you, and there is no way you can control me with a broken knife!
This is the arrogance of Feng Yin.
This arrogance comes from past lives. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals could no longer even become spirits, let alone others; humans were the masters of all things!
This kind of thinking has long been ingrained.
The thoughts of people in Anping Continent are completely different.
So... Feng Yin's pride has always supported him; after all, I have experienced time travel and come to this world. There is no reason for me to have to listen to the command of a small broken knife after arriving!
A full three hours!
Three whole hours!
Three hours later, the overwhelming feeling finally slowly subsided.
Feng Yin felt that his fingers had returned to normal touch.
Obviously, the knife gave up, but it hasn't left yet.
Then, a feeling of frustration arose from Feng Yin's heart.
Feng Yin seemed to be able to see a dejected little broken knife, like a defeated rooster, moving in front of him; his face looked helpless, frustrated, aggrieved, and a little admirable.
You are so awesome!
I'm convinced!
Impressed?
Feng Yin snorted, looked at his fingers and said, "Come out!"
The fingers are indifferent, and the small broken knife cannot come out.
I've already accepted it, what else do you want?
You can kill people with just a nod, why don't you still want to enslave me?
I also have dignity.
Feng Yin could feel Xiao Dao's resistance, resisting with all his heart. He couldn't help but sneer.
resist?
Feng Yin slowly stretched out his left hand and moved forward, making a gesture to grab a soul bead.
The knife instantly moved from the fingers of his right hand to the fingers of his left hand, and that feeling surged again.
Feng Yin stopped his left hand in mid-air again, motionless. He was only a few feet away from the Soul Pearl, but it was still out of reach.
Another game.
This time the stalemate was shorter, only half an hour, and it was over, one-third of the time last time.
But the knife still didn't come out, and it seemed like he was angry.
Don't go out!
Feng Yin keenly felt the emotion of a certain knife, snorted lightly, and showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.
As a modern time traveler who teaches astronomy and geography, plays piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, fish farming, agriculture, industry and commerce, knows everything and is omnipotent, I can’t control you?!
joke!
He stretched out his hand and, with lightning speed, quickly grabbed a fifth-level soul bead in his right hand.
A warm current instantly transferred from the left hand to the fingertips of the right hand. Immediately, the soul bead in the palm of the hand began to shrink rapidly, disappeared, and was completely absorbed.
Then, Feng Yin clearly felt an excitement and a feeling of 'I want, I want, I want more', clearly rising and urging.
Then that tingling feeling arose again, but this time it was stronger.
Feng Yin stayed up for half an hour again, and the feeling of anger, helplessness, worry, frustration and resignation came as expected.
Feng Yin looked at his right hand and said in a deep voice: "Come out."
This time, what he felt was a wave of hesitation, as if he wanted to come out, but was unwilling to do so.
Obviously, both Feng Yin and Xiao Dao understand that this is a matter of initiative and even dominance. Whoever bows his head first will lose.
Not only Feng Yin didn't want to lose, but Xiao Po Dao didn't want to lose either.
The pride of being a divine creature does not allow it to bow its head.
As a sword, it infinitely hopes that it can dominate the world, slash all over the world, and fight to the point of madness. However, its self-esteem as a divine object makes it unwilling to obey the command of an ordinary person.
Everyone wants to have the initiative and dominance in their own hands, and naturally a new round of perseverance competition begins again.
Fengyin lowered his head, looked at his fingers as if looking at the knife, and said softly: "I don't know your origin, and I have no intention of knowing how you are, but after all, you are the one who started my new life.
For this, I am very grateful.”
The feeling in my fingers was gone, as if I was listening to Feng Yin's words.
Feng Yin feels a little more at ease, as long as you can understand.
Being able to understand means that you can communicate, and being able to communicate is better than anything else!
"Although I don't know what kind of existence you are, I can guess that your essence is still a weapon." Feng Yin said solemnly.
Feng Yin suddenly felt a feeling of complete ridicule.
Weapons? You don’t need to say that?
I am a sword, what am I if it is not a weapon?
Do you want to use a knife to write? Or use a knife to make clothes? Or do you want to use a knife to run?
Feng Yin was indifferent and said: "But I have a deeper guess. Your role is no longer limited to a weapon; it is a legacy."