Arouse. Love just ignited Long Xiaoqi's fighting spirit and made him work harder. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let himself fit into refining himself.

Masculine needs femininity to neutralize, he is like a wolf who can't be fed, and he has to fight with Zhao Ying every night. entangled.

He thought it would be better, but he was wrong.

"Khooth! Sonor! Sonor! ……”

The sound of heavy iron striking sounded one after another, and each time Long Xiaoqi hammered down, he would knock out countless impurities on the iron.

It is even said that his thrashing made those Gurkha warriors look sideways, because of his strength, because of the heaviness of each of his hammers, which these fighters can absolutely match.

Even if every Gurkha warrior started using a hammer at a young age, there was a gap compared to Long Xiaoqi.

It was a kind of grace, a grace that perfectly matched the arms and body, and it was impossible to find any flaws.

All the power was used just right, and he could use all his power on the hammer and then on the red-hot iron.

When someone else tempers one piece of fine iron, he can temper two pieces and the purity is higher.

But it's just tempering refined iron, and he doesn't know how to temper himself at all.

He was still in a state of trepidation, and as the days passed, his trepidation deepened a little.

It is not possible to go on like this, others are striking iron, he is not here to strike iron.

If it was just iron, Long Xiaoqi would have become an excellent blacksmith.

"Temper yourself? Temper yourself? What to do? ”

Long Xiaoqi was at a loss.

It was not so much that he was dazed, but that he flinched and feared, and he was so crushed by the mountain that he didn't even know what to do to breathe.

No one explained to him, Zhao Ying was just her little daughter-in-law every day, looking at him quietly and with a smile...... But none of this worked, none of it worked!

"Wife, what should I do? I can't precipitate, I can't temper myself, I'm afraid! ”

At night, Long Xiaoqi kept asking Zhao Ying.

"Hmm...... Maybe a good night's sleep will get better. ”

Zhao Ying always answers like this.

Maybe...... Long Xiaoqi, who gets this kind of answer every night, is not satisfied, but no matter how satisfied he is, he can't take this step.

Pressure can crush a person, and it can also imprison a person to death.

At this moment, this is the case with Long Xiaoqi, he is imprisoned to death.

All the freedom and rebelliousness in the past were crushed by this pressure.

The eldest brother has to die, the little brother has to die, Zhao Ying has to die, and he has to die!

No, you can't let them die, you have to live, live well, live forever, and in the end you have to live like an old monster.

But how to live?

I can't temper myself, how can I be an assassin?

Do I have the advantage of being an Assassin?

Can I become an Assassin?

I'm impetuous, I'm weak-hearted, I'm afraid...... Day after day, two months passed.

Not only did Long Xiaoqi not get any better, but his whole spirit was in a state of collapse.

The little brother still didn't speak, still had a cold face, and he didn't know what he was thinking about every day.

Zhao Ying is still her little daughter-in-law, with a satisfied smile every day, this is her happiest time...... Maybe.

"Khooth! Sonor! Sonor! ……”

Long Xiaoqi skillfully hammered the iron, and as he rotated the hammer, the muscles of his body began to show a sense of steel-like substance.

This is the result of tempering, and it may be possible to do it without striking iron, but the boys mixed in the women's pile are usually sissies, and the girls mixed in the men's pile are always men.

To put it simply, a man in steel and a furnace must be a piece of steel.

"Hmm...... Usually a handful of ********** takes three craftsmen three days to build, which is not an easy job. ”

Zhao Ying stood up lazily, picked up the hammer and smiled at Long Xiaoqi: "I have also been tempered here by the Gurkha people in the past, and I can also cast knives. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ying began to pound the red-hot iron.

Her movements were incomparably light, full of elegant beauty, and in one fell swoop, she forged steel with a strength that was not inferior to Long Xiaoqi.

And when she began to black, almost all the Gurkha warriors stopped what they were doing and stared at her movements.

Long Xiaoqi also stopped, his eyes staring directly at the flying of the hammer in Zhao Ying's right hand.

When he came, his wife had indeed forged, and that posture and technique could not be more proficient.

One block of iron is cast into steel, and two pieces of iron are cast into steel...... For a whole day, Zhao Ying was forging, and when it was almost dark, she forged a ********** with the strength of one person under the admiring eyes of everyone.

It is a knife that is slightly different from the normal **********, and the body is more slender and looks extremely slender.

The tip of the blade is thicker, but the end is a little thinner than a normal scimitar, similar to the scimitar thrown by Connor, a half-grown child.

The emphasis is on the ability to slash, not the kind of knife that shoots.

Connor's knife, however, was able to shoot out and spin.

The knife cast by Zhao Ying was too similar to Connor's knife, of course, this was discovered by Long Xiaoqi after staying here for two months.

"Hmm...... I made improvements to the ********** and made it a knife that can spin and projectile. ”

Zhao Ying held the scimitar she had cast, and said to Long Xiaoqi with a smile: "In Gurkha, the most respected are the craftsmen who can make good knives. If I were just the identity of General Tianjiao, I would never be so respected. Because I can forge knives, and I can turn the originally heavy scimitar into a knife that is easier to use for those who lack strength. ”

"Connor's Knife...... It's based on what you build......"

Long Xiaoqi was in a trance and couldn't believe it.

"Hmm...... Yes, try the knife I forged. ”

Zhao Ying handed the knife to Long Xiaoqi.

The moment he held the knife, Long Xiaoqi felt extremely comfortable, and with two waves of his hand, he could clearly feel the trajectory of this knife that could not be picked.

It's a good knife with little to no weight reduction, but it's more comfortable to hold.

"I'll try! I'll try! ”

Connor shouted excitedly, snatching the knife and throwing it out.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The screech of the blade breaking through the air rang out, and the knife spun faster than Connor's, and the shiny blade stabbed the man's eye.

As a knife that is thrown out, the faster the speed under the same force, the better, Zhao Ying's knife is much better than Connor's knife, and it is not a grade at all.

"Hmm...... Xiao Qi, I want to tell you something. ”

Zhao Ying stared into Long Xiaoqi's eyes, and whispered in the softest, gentleest and most satisfied voice: "If I have eight more months to live, you will be a father." ”

In an instant, Long Xiaoqi was like being struck by lightning, and the whole person froze there, until Zhao Ying turned around and left, he let out a wild laugh, and two lines of tears flowed in the wild laughter...... This book is from/book/html/31/31216/index.html