It is common sense to treat others the same way you treat yourself.
If you do it too much, it will be evil...
Lin Chuan couldn't stand it any longer, so he closed his eyes and concentrated. He could tolerate Murong Longyue killing people, but it was not a cruel killing.
If you try to dissuade her now, you will definitely be looked down upon by Murong Longyue. It will probably be difficult to control this girl in the future.
With this thought, Lin Chuan accumulated spiritual power in his hands, made a sword-drawing gesture with both hands, kicked with his toes, and jumped into the battle group. The bloody arc flashed away.
Several water bandits suffocated, and then fell to the ground. Each one looked haggard, and their blood was sucked dry by the blood-drinking knife in just an instant.
Lin Chuan inserted the bright red blood-drinking knife on the deck and began to sort out the objects on the corpse in an orderly manner.
Murong Longyue was dumbfounded. She had never seen Lin Chuan kill someone before, and he killed five people with just one knife. It was so clean and timid.
Not to mention that those five people were already at the end of their strength and had been poisoned by her nightmare. This had nothing to do with their combat power, but to do with their character.
Murong Longyue watched unblinkingly as Lin Chuan collected all the corpses and then put the blood knife back into the Qiankun Ring. Facing this master of fate who killed without blinking an eye, she, who had always been talkative, didn't know what to say.
"Put this purple mist away!" Lin Chuan ordered in a cold voice.
"Oh... don't worry, they are one with my thoughts and will not come close to you..." Murong Longyue hurriedly explained.
"There are still some civilians in the cabin." After Lin Chuan dropped these words, he jumped into the Minjiang River.
Murong Longyue was stunned and thought: What is he doing?!
After the purple mist was removed, Murong Longyue stared at the undulating river surface, unable to sense the breath of Linchuan at all, and couldn't help but feel anxious. According to Murong Daoyu's prediction, if he wanted to reach the top, he could not do without Linchuan's breath.
Help, if he just left without saying a word.
Murong Longyue was afraid that she was not trying to catch her blind. Her identity as a ghost could not hide her from the visit of a spiritual master of the Heavenly Spirit Realm. Once she was discovered, her fate could be imagined, so she had to hold on to Lin Chuan's amulet.
Fortunately, after a moment, Murong Longyue noticed Lin Chuan's aura, and at the same time, there was an extremely powerful aura.
For her, it was closer to the suppression of her blood. With her demonic power imprisoned, Murong Longyue's pupils shrank, as if facing a formidable enemy. She mobilized the mysterious yin energy in her body and jumped onto the roof of the cabin. Her slender fingers intertwined and changed, lingering around her body.
A thick purple haze arose.
The waves on the river surface were surging, getting stronger and stronger, and the black-topped boat was rocking non-stop. Murong Longyue was simply suspended in the air. Her half-demon and half-ghost physique could easily do this, and she was even more comfortable in the air than an earth spirit realm spirit master.
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Strange phenomena also began to appear in the sky, and there was a faint sound of thunder among the clouds. Murong Longyue suddenly jumped up, and her long purple hair spread out like a peacock.
The reason was that she saw two lantern-sized eyes under the river. She was sure and certain that they were a pair of eyes.
The previous pressure was from the peeping eyes. In just a few breaths, those eyes and head surfaced from the water, followed by a deep and deep dragon roar.
"This...this...is the Minjiang Yinglong!" Murong Longyue was dumbfounded and almost fell from the air. Isn't that Yinglong a divine beast from the Eastern Kingdom? How could it come here? This is just a tributary.
Then an even more shocking and inexplicable sight appeared in front of her. Between the two corners of the dragon's head, Lin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back.
The dragon's head slowly raised to level with Murong Longyue, Lin Chuan looked at Murong Longyue expressionlessly.
"What are you doing standing still? Come up quickly." Lin Chuan ordered.
"Ah, Lord... Lord... Young Master... can this... be done? I..."
Lin Chuan stepped forward, Ying Long understood, and rushed forward. Murong Longyue was unsteady and fell directly beside Lin Chuan.
"Sit tight!" Lin Chuan didn't help her, but just reminded her.
Yinglong lowered his head, let out a loud roar from his huge mouth, and then walked through the waves.
Murong Longyue turned from surprise to joy, holding the dragon horns and dancing, excited like a crazy girl of four or five years old, letting the river water wet her dress.
Lin Chuan suddenly thought of Qiao Waner. When the two were dependent on each other, they would occasionally be as innocent and innocent as her. When he thought that he would have the opportunity to see Wan'er soon, he couldn't help but smile.
Looking at Murong Longyue, whose clothes were all wet, her figure was all concave and convex, which made Lin Chuan blush and couldn't help but look away.
In order to deceive others, Minjiang Yinglong sent the two of them to an island not far from Qianji City, and then left.
It was already dark now, Lin Chuan lit up the fire, took off his outer robe and burned it, answering Murong Longyue's questions.
"Sir, how come you know the art of controlling dragons?"
"I don't control it, it's because it wants to carry me."
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"Sir, it is said that even the Eastern Emperor cannot get close to the Yinglong Divine Beast. Why does it get close to you?"
"Perhaps I am destined to it."
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"Sir, who are you?"
"A common man."
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"Sir, if you have any other magical powers, can you tell me about them?"
"Son..."
Lin Chuan finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he plugged his ears, closed his eyes and fell asleep. He thought that he could use Yinglong's power to frustrate Murong Longyue's spirit, but he found that he had gone too far.
This girl was like a gummy candy, clinging to him and asking endless questions, and her voice was so sweet that she wanted to stick it to Lin Chuan.
This is not the result Lin Chuan wants. What he wants is relative balance, not absolute surrender.
After Yulong passed away, Murong Longyue seemed to be a changed person. Seeing that Lin Chuan no longer paid attention to her, she actually started to eat, delicacies and game, and was given a new soul again with the help of firewood.
Lin Chuan had lost his hearing, but his sense of smell was extremely sensitive. Seeing the beauty grilling the ingredients in a stylish way, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.
Recalling Murong Longyue's life experience, I couldn't help but sigh. She was supposed to be a proud daughter of heaven, but she was actually a trick of fate. Suddenly she laughed at herself and wondered how good she was.
I am going to Thousand Machine City for nothing else. The blood-drinking sword has reached the end of its life. If it is not refined, it will become a mortal.
The so-called period weariness is the bottleneck of the spiritual weapon. It no longer accepts the master's spiritual power, and even rejects it. If the spiritual power is forcibly instilled, the spiritual weapon is very likely to break.
Investigating the reason, spiritual weapons are originally made from exotic materials. All equipment naturally has its service life. Spiritual power is also a way to temper spiritual weapons. After being tempered for a long time, the power will increase accordingly. The owner of the weapon will use It will also become smoother, but the equipment will also wear out after being tempered for a long time.
At this time, the weapon refiner needs to take action and obtain some similar equipment to make up for it, and then it is possible to refine a higher grade spiritual weapon.
Lin Chuan has long been familiar with this blood-drinking knife. Many life-threatening moves require the cooperation of this knife to complete. This time, he does not seek to improve the level of the blood-drinking knife, but only wants it to be reborn.
Lin Chuan took the roasted pheasant sent by Murong Longyue. It was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It was refreshing. Compared with his own craftsmanship, no, he was not worthy to compare with it.
"This dress of yours doesn't fit you very well. When you get to Thousand Machines City, I'll give you some money and you can buy another one."
Lin Chuan rarely cared about Murong Longyue because he had a short mouth for eating people.
Murong Longyue was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled heartily: "Thank you, Master."
Murong Longyue hummed a little tune all night, but Lin Chuan did not scold him because he couldn't sleep either. After all, after five years, he returned to Central Continent, and it would be difficult to calm down for a while.
Although Murong Longyue's ditty was short, it was sweet and sweet, and Lin Chuan felt an inexplicable peace of mind listening to it.
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After a sleepless night, when the two arrived at Thousand Machines City, the city gate had just opened.
Lin Chuan found many identity plates in the water bandits' Qiankun rings, selected two suitable ones, and entered the city calmly.
After entering the city, Lin Chuan was a little confused. He didn't know what had happened in the past five years. Is it because the world had changed or because Thousand Machine City had new rules.
There were actually many demons with animal heads and human bodies walking around the city. The most important thing was that the people in the city didn't take it seriously at all, as if they were used to it.
In Lin Chuan's memory, there were demons who came to Thousand Machines City looking for people to refine weapons, but they always came with people on their backs. It was really hard for Lin Chuan to accept this scene.
Now that the situation in the city was unclear, Lin Chuan hesitated again and again. He was afraid that something might happen to Murong Longyue, so he took her to have her clothes cut.
Lin Chuan deliberately chose a shop with few family members. The door looked quite high-end. He was mainly afraid that Murong Longyue would attract too much attention.
The shopkeeper is an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman, wearing an embroidered silk skirt, which makes her look quite charming.
When he saw Lin Chuan and the two entering the store, he just smiled and greeted them, but he didn't rush to greet them. His eyes wandered between the two of them several times before he stood up.
"Master, are you tailoring clothes for this girl?" The female shopkeeper's voice was gentle, similar to Gai Ying's.
Lin Chuan felt quite comfortable listening to this and secretly thought that this woman was not a simple woman. She could tell at a glance who was the host and who was the guest.
"Yes, you can help me choose the ingredients."
Seeing that the female shopkeeper hesitated to speak, Lin Chuan added: "Money is not an issue."
The female shopkeeper nodded happily, lifted Murong Longyue's elbow affectionately, guided him the way, and asked about his preferences.
After Murong Longyue entered the store, her whole body felt bad. Her eyes were glowing golden, and she wished she could have another pair of eyes.
Compared to the fabrics in the store, the one I was wearing was simply unsightly.
She didn't lie to Lin Chuan. She was only fifteen years old when she entered the Seven Stars Valley, and she only wanted to recognize her relatives. The bumps along the way made her think about these things. It would be nice to be able to hide herself.
But what girl doesn't love beauty? She boasted that she had found a beautiful dress in Qixing Valley, which opened her eyes now, and she let the female shopkeeper lead her away without saying a word.
Lin Chuan couldn't help but smile, found a tea chair and sat down, looking at the busy traffic outside the door.
"Okay, Xiaocui, take this girl to the back room to measure the clothes."
After saying this, the female shopkeeper personally brought tea and snacks to Lin Chuan, and poured a cup for him and a cup for herself.
"The Sai Shenxian newly picked the month before last."
Lin Chuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good tea, the shopkeeper's tea art is excellent."
"Young Master is so complimentary. It's hard for me to like my clumsy hands. I'm new to you, but may I ask where you come from?"
Lin Chuan didn't answer for a while. The female shopkeeper was about to ask again when she suddenly apologized and stood up.
Lin Chuan followed and looked towards the door. He was really absent-minded just now because he smelled a familiar fragrance, and now he finally found the source of the fragrance.
"Miss Lan, you are finally here! The two skirts you ordered are ready. I will send someone to pick them up right now...Miss Lan..."