Why didn't you pay attention to it before! When did Jin Er become so sultry......

"Good white...... It's so round......"

Ling Yinjin carefully wiped Wen Fan's nosebleed, and said strangely: "Hey, why is it getting more and more fierce! Master, are you not injured yet? Hmm? Master, why do you keep staring at me? What is so white? So round?"

Finding that Wen Fan was staring at his chest, Ling Yinjin hurriedly pulled the placket gently, but it had no effect.

Wen Fan came to his senses, looked away a little unnaturally, raised his hand and wiped his nosebleed, "Ah, ah! This, uh-I mean your necklace!

Ling Yinjin looked at Wen Fan suspiciously, and then looked at the necklace on her chest, she really didn't believe that Wen Fan was looking at the necklace!

"Oh...... , Shizun can watch it if you like it, anyway, we are all husband and wife, Shizun, what's wrong with you today, nosebleeds and drooling, didn't you just eat so many delicious foods......"

Wen Fan was extremely embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to find a hole to get into, but at this time, there was a fire of desire burning in his lower abdomen, which was also in Hu Butao's mansion, if he was in his room, he would have to forcibly push this apprentice down!

It can't go on like this!

Wen Fan suppressed his lust back, pretended to be casual and said: "Aha, Jin'er, I'm fine, you see I'm not good, Hu Butao's mansion is so boring, let's go back, it's still far from the teleportation array, I haven't forged weapons for a long time, go to the forging room." ”

"Okay?" Ling Yinjin looked at Wen Fan dumbfounded, although Wen Fan pretended to be serious, but the appearance of nosebleeds was too speechless......

In the forging room, Wen Fan and Ling Yin Jin'er each guarded a forging platform, and Ling Yin Jin'er's talent in forging was even inferior to Wen Fan, and in just a few months, the forging technique was already very skilled, and even surpassed Wen Fan.

But in terms of the control of the heat and the choice of metal, Ling Yinjin is still not very good, so she can't create a high-level artifact.

In the forging furnace of Lingyin Jin'er is a piece of Eight Desolate Black Silver, which Wen Fan selected for her, Eight Desolate Black Silver is soft, and many soft weapons need this metal to build, Wen Fan feels that Lingyin Jin'er is petite and not suitable for those heavy weapons, and her speed is not particularly outstanding, and it is not suitable to use short weapons, only long and light whip weapons can allow her to exert her maximum power.

Wen Fan chose a piece of jet-black ink, which is a special metal of the Qiankun Continent, although most of the weapons made of this metal are flashy, but it is the first choice of many beginner forgers, because ink-iron is relatively soft, and some blacksmith shops use ink-iron to forge weapons samples.

The reason why he chose Motie was because Wen Fan wanted to forge an artifact like Thor's Hammer, an artifact that could be inlaid with treasures!

In the process of forging this piece of ink iron, Wen Fan also explained the characteristics of these metals to Ling Yin Jin'er one by one, and Ling Yin Jin listened very carefully, and remembered everything Wen Fan said word for word in his mind.

"Master, what do you think will happen if I forge black iron and black silver together?"

"Uh...... I haven't tried this, both of these metals are soft, and if you want to make these two metals become one metal, you need to keep hammering, and you can only know what it will become after a thousand tempers!"

"I'll try!" Ling Yinjin took a piece of ink iron and threw it into the forging furnace.

Wen Fan disagreed, it is very normal to fuse metals like this, and the combination of different metals will produce different effects, like his Thor's hammer, Li Da Sledgehammer added 10,000 years of ice iron to the tip of the gun, which is an extremely hard metal, so the tip of the gun is shining.

The two of them were each concentrating on forging their own iron, and the sound of clanging bells in the forge room was full of rhythm.

Wen Fan later simply took off his shirt, revealing solid muscles, the perfect muscle lines were full of bodybuilding, there was no trace of fat, and the wheat-colored skin was covered with a dense layer of sweat.

Every time he picked up the forging hammer, a bead of sweat spilled, and the sweat bead dripped on the forging table and disappeared with a bang, and the skin of the person roasted in the fiery red forge was hot, but Wen Fan was unaware of it, staring intently at the piece of ink iron, and the ink iron gradually took on the appearance of a weapon.

It was a standard seven-foot-long sword, two fingers wide, and the jet-black blade did not have a trace of brilliance.

In the absence of a gauntlet, the only thing that looks a little unusual is that there is a round hole in the back of the sword.

"Success!" Ling Yinjin suddenly shouted excitedly.

Wen Fan turned his head to look, only to see a piece of jet-black metal placed on Ling Yinjin'er's forging table, and the surface of the metal was faintly shiny.

"Huh?" Wen Fan was stunned and immediately walked to Ling Yinjin'er's forging table, looking at this unfamiliar metal carefully.

Pick up the small hammer and tap it on the metal surface, 'Ding'-, the clear and pleasant sound echoed in the forging room for a long time, Wen Fan's eyes couldn't help but widen, this is also incredible!

This piece of metal has both the flexibility of the Eight Desolations Black Silver and the randomness of ink iron, if you use this piece of metal to build a weapon, it is much better than simply using the Eight Desolations Black Silver!

"It seems that ink iron is an active agent of metals! it can make other metals better!" Wen Fan said categorically.

"Hee-hee, it seems that I have created a new process of forging!" Ling Yinjin said proudly.

Wen Fan looked at Ling Yin Jin'er seriously, and wanted to say something encouraging, but his eyes stopped on Ling Yin Jin'er's body and froze.

Because of sweating like rain in front of the forging furnace, Ling Yinjin's thin clothes have been soaked with sweat, and the body exudes the fragrance of a girl, especially what makes people's blood flutter is that the charming curve is seductively exposed, the towering chest rises and falls slightly, a small waist is naughtily exposed, and under the flat lower abdomen, a touch of horny scenery is faintly visible!

"Uh-" Wen Fan's lips were dry from lack of water, and his eyes were red as if they were about to breathe fire, and he could no longer move half a minute away from Ling Yinjin'er's body.

"Master, I decided to use this piece of metal to make a soft whip that is as light as immaculate, what do you think?"

"Hmm, make out?" Wen Fan turned the light as an intimacy, and this time it simply ignited his lust completely.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Master, wow, you're bleeding again! I'll wipe it for you. ”

Ling Yinjin is as pure as a blank piece of paper, how did she know that she was setting fire to the upper body!

Wen Fan's hand grabbed Ling Yinjin'er's outstretched little hand hard, and his powerful arm gently pulled Lingyin Jin'er into his arms.

Ling Yinjin'er was suddenly attacked and let out a delicate sigh, and the two hands subconsciously pushed Wen Fan's chest, but Wen Fan's body was drenched in sweat, her hand slid directly over, and her body suddenly leaned forward when she lost control.

"Hmm-hmm-"

Everything was so natural, Wen Fan's chapped lips kissed Ling Yin Jin'er hungrily, Ling Yin Jin Er even forgot to resist after the moment's shock, and looked at Wen Fan who was close at hand with his two eyes.

Wen Fan has been suppressed for too long, and suddenly let go of the control and suddenly couldn't be cleaned up like a river flood, frantically plundering the sweet nectar, and Ling Yinjin gradually got lost in Wen Fan's heat, and two jade arms like white lotus roots hugged Wen Fan's back tightly.

"Whew-" After a long time, Wen Fan finally left her lips, Ling Yinjin exhaled a long breath, her face was red and shy and hung down, while a pair of big hands rudely held her face, and it was a crazy request like a storm.

Wen Fan pulled a piece of animal skin from the side of the forging table and threw it to the ground, Ling Yin Jin had already melted in Wen Fan's tenderness, the two fell on the animal skin, Wen Fan's hand wandered around, Ling Yin Jin was shy, and let Wen Fan do it......

The smell of burning cloth emanated from the forge, and in the light of the fire, the two people hugged each other tightly, and the sound of heart-stirring humming was endless......

-- "Master, let's rest for a while, I'm so tired! I'll never come to forging again! Hey, where are my clothes?"

"Uh, like, burned ......" A cloud of smoke wafted through the air, and Wen Fan was lazily half lying on the ground, his upper body leaning against the forging table, revealing his strong chest, which was messily covered with tooth marks.

"Master, you are necrotic! Why don't you have a nosebleed this time!" Ling Yinjin'er transformed from a little daughter into a real woman, and turned around shyly and said with disgust, her smooth back was exposed to Wen Fan without a trace of cover, and Wen Fan's eyes suddenly became hot again.

"Well, no more nosebleeds, didn't you just shed for me—" Wen Fan teased with a wicked smile.

"Hmm-I'll do it for you...... Wow, Master, you're dead!" Ling Yin was stunned, then reacted and raised his little fist to demonstrate to Wen Fan!

"Hahaha, don't scratch my itch, can't I say it, good boy, I'll give you the clothes. Wen Fan casually found a piece of animal skin around his waist, secretly returned to the room like a thief, and randomly took a few pieces of clothes that he didn't know if it was Leng Xiang or Long Xiaoxiao and returned to the forging room to give Ling Yinjin.

After this layer of window paper was finally pierced, Wen Fan felt a sense of guilt in his heart, although he could now confess to Lingyin Longsheng, he always felt sorry for Huo Huan, sorry for the dead cold incense.

Even if this matter spreads, I'm afraid some people will laugh at him, saying that he is a master and apprentice who messed up Gangchang, but Wen Fan doesn't care too much, he has always done his own thing.

Ling Yinjin stood up properly dressed but her legs were weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground, Wen Fan hurriedly stretched out her hand to support her, and asked with concern: "What's the matter, does it still hurt?" You go to my room to rest. ”

Ling Yinjin's eyes were full of autumn waves, and he said shamefully: "Master, you are really bad! I'm fine, I want to go to the forest to breathe, you can accompany me!"

"Wow. Wen Fan also rarely had this opportunity to be idle, and suddenly there was such a sticky little girl by his side, and he also remembered the memories in the Beicang Forest.

To be continued