"My lord, we have sworn to follow your lordship to the death, it doesn't matter if you take this antidote or not." Miyanishi said indifferently.

"Let's eat it, in case I have any accidents, you will be miserable." Ling Chuxi said.

"My lord, please rest assured, as long as my Gongxi Crazy Knife still has a breath, no one can think of hurting my lord." Miyanishi Crazy Knife stood up, held his head high, pulled out the pig iron rod and danced a few times, and said proudly, trying to prove his loyalty.

Now Ling Chuxi's safety is not only related to the life and death of several of them, but also to the fate of the Gongxi clan, even if he is desperate, he does not dare to let Ling Chuxi have a little accident.

"Okay then, but if I suddenly retreat for ten days and half a month, don't blame me, just wait slowly." Ling Chuxi said slowly.

"I eat, I eat." Miyanishi's crazy knife, which was as tall as a chicken breast, suddenly deflated, took the antidote and threw it into his mouth almost at the same speed as grabbing.

Recalling the feeling that the meridians, blood vessels, and bone marrow of the whole body were like ten thousand ants drilling into the heart, Gongxi Crazy Knife shivered all over, Ling Chuxi was right, in case she suddenly had a feeling and needed to break through in retreat, let alone say anything for ten days and half a month, even if she delayed for a few more hours, wouldn't all of them be dead.

This has nothing to do with loyalty, the key is the question of whether it is worth dying, and the question of how to die.

"Alright, give me your knife." Ling Chuxi said to Gongxi Crazy Knife.

"Knives?" Gongxi Crazy Dao was stunned, his Eight Desolation Battle Knife had already been used to refine Tianjin Luo, didn't Ling Chuxi know the Dao?

"It's the iron rod, I'll forge it for you." Ling Chuxi pointed to the Gongxi Crazy Knife, and with all his strength, he only forged a piece of iron essence at the tip of the knife. Even though the Gongxi Crazy Knife has become his own **** thug to the letter, of course, Ling Chuxi can't let him be too cold, and wants to forge the Eight Desolation War Knife for him by the way.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Miyanishi Crazy Knife woke up like a dream, and hurriedly handed over the iron essence.

I couldn't help but regret it in my heart, I knew that Lu Dao would be such a result, Ling Chuxi shouldn't have refused when he picked up this "knife" earlier, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to have a spirit knife, but unfortunately it was too late. Looking at the dagger hanging from Ling Chuxi's waist, Gongxi Crazy Knife regretted his death.

But now there is still a chance, maybe Ling Chuxi can forge another spiritual weapon, although the possibility of Zhi Lu Dao is pitiful, but he can only comfort himself like this.

Ling Chuxi output his true qi, and the lava fire crystal in his hand once again emitted a bright firelight.

"My lord, is it okay with your body?" Gongxi Crazy Knife suddenly remembered one thing at this time, he was already tired and exhausted just by forging a knife tip, Ling Chuxi had just forged a spiritual weapon, how could he have the strength to continue, and couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"It's fine." Ling Chuxi replied casually, concentrating on controlling the temperature of the true qi.

Miyanishi Crazy Knife was afraid of disturbing her, so he accidentally forged a "war knife" with the tip of a knife that he had forged from his super level and refined it into scrap iron, and he didn't dare to say more.

"Could it be that he has just forged a spiritual weapon and is overly excited?" Gongxi Crazy Dao looked at Ling Chuxi, and secretly guessed in his heart. At the same time, he quickly adjusted his breath, restored his true qi, and prepared that in case Ling Chuxi's true qi was unsustainable, he would immediately take it over and continue to forge it.