Yang Jian's office is quite charming.

There are a variety of historical and cultural books on the shelves, and the four treasures of the study such as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are placed on the bookcase.

On the wall, there is a framed calligraphy and painting, on which there are several large characters of "quiet and far-reaching", and the fragrance of ink has not faded.

This probably gives visitors the impression that they have entered a scholarly door.

However, a sharp pig-killing knife frozen into ice cubes on the table is probably also mistaken for an illusion.

Yang Jian sat on the leather chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and stared lazily at the pig-killing knife on the table.

"I am a noble artifact, I have my own pride, and I am not at the mercy of some cat or dog."

The pig-killing knife hummed unceremoniously.

"Even if I am subject to you now, you don't want me to make compromises."

Yang Jian on the side was silent, and then, he took out a delicate fruit knife from his pocket.

After a moment's thought, he slashed at his index finger with the blade of the fruit knife.

Feeling the pain in his hand, he frowned.

Then, a drop of blood fell on the ice sculpture.

"What are you going to do?" , Slaughter Blade said in surprise.

"The difference in strength between you and me is too great, you can't control me."

Yang Jian stared at the ice sculpture without saying a word.

I saw that the drop of blood quickly seeped into the extreme ice, swimming along the transparent ice until it reached the side of the pig killing knife.

As soon as the blood touched the blade, it immediately turned into a thin trickle and spread.

In an instant, a dazzling light spread out from the blade of the knife to all sides, enveloping the entire office.

"What's going on?!" , Slaughter Blade asked in horror.

"How can your blood quench me?!".

Scarring Blade felt his entire body restructure, its indestructible shell peeling away.

"Only humans who are much stronger than me can sign a master-servant contract with me."

"You... You are a civilian, how is it possible... ”。

The unbelievable voice of the pig-killing knife rang out in the room.

"I didn't belong to this world," Yang Jian said calmly.

"In my original world, no matter how sharp the knife was, it had to be harnessed, and it was impossible to have its own divine sense."

"Tools can only be tools forever, and they all have to listen to their masters!" , Yang Jian said word by word, loudly.

The Pig Killer felt his brain buzz with a muffled sound, if he had a brain.

I saw that the entire blade was bathed in golden light, and the layers of material inside began to peel off.

"That... So what do you want to transform me into? ”。

The Pig Killer trembled all over, and fear enveloped him.

"From now on, there will be no such thing as the Blade of Slaughter."

When Yang Jian said this, his tone was so cold that he could freeze a snowball to death.

The Pig Killer felt two streams of blood spurt out of his nose, if he had nostrils.

"You... What the hell are you going to do? ”。

Feeling that his career was about to come to an end, a sad mood enveloped the whole body of the pig killer.

"Woohhh He began to sob.

"Big brother... Oh, it's not... Master... Wow wow... The pig-killing knife howled and cried.

"Don't do this to your little brother...

Looking at the dejected appearance of the pig killing knife, a sly smile appeared on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth.

"To suit my personal needs, I will transform you into a delicate and small throwing knife".

"From now on, you will be called the Slaughter Flying Knife."