After getting rid of the old man Feng, Su Lin, who returned to the room, breathed a sigh of relief.

The door of the damaged room has been repaired by Ning Chen.

Because of the urgency of time, the craftsman only temporarily installed two large wooden boards, and the door was also turned into a large wooden square.

Chaining the door of the room and coming to the table, Su Lin took out a set of newly purchased first-level source force spirit pattern knives, entered the source force, and the knives opened.

There were nineteen carving knives in this set of first-level knives, and taking out a fine-grained carving knife, Su Lin began to continue to carve spiritual patterns.

This time, the transformation of this rose sword must be completed.

Controlling the carving knife to carve on the Rose Sword, it was obvious that Su Lin felt that the metal on the Rose Sword seemed to be much harder.

Under the full infusion of Su Lin's source power, Su Lin used all his strength to slowly carve out the spirit pattern......

......

It took a lot of effort to waste a lot of effort, and it wasn't until late at night that Su Lin finished carving all the spirit patterns of the first transformation plan of the Rose Sword.

The next step is to use the spirit liquid of different attributes to paint and dye, and paint and dye the conductive attribute spirit pattern.

After that, you only need to inlay the Heavenly Spirit Stones with two different functional attributes, fire attribute and ice attribute, to complete the transformation plan of the Rose Sword.

Finally, you can try your hand at the sword and see if it succeeds or not!

Looking at the completed spirit pattern on the body of the Rose Sword, Su Lin looked at the translucent giant moon in the sky again, the sky was a little dark, although there were still some voices coming from the spirit workshop, but it was obviously not appropriate to test the sword at this time.

I remember that the old man was scolding.

With a sigh, Su Lin put away his sword and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Su Lin clenched the black stone ring on his chest with his hand.

Su Lin just wanted to enter the consciousness space of the small black house, and his brain hurt a little.

Every time he came out of the consciousness space, the pain that tore his brain apart would make Su Lin feel like he had entered purgatory.

"But if you don't go in, what will Han Bing do?"

"She's still in there, can't she just leave it alone, right?" Su Lin sighed, rubbed the black stone ring in his hand, gritted his teeth and said softly: "Come on! ”

His mind moved slightly, and in a trance, Su Lin's divine soul consciousness entered the 'little black house'.

In the space, Han Bing's body floated in mid-air, emitting a white light.

She lay quietly in the empty space of consciousness, still asleep.

With a slight movement of consciousness, Su Lin's world began to change, and the world was slowly forming.

......

Han Bing lay asleep on her bed when a knock on the door woke her up from her dream.

Zhou Ying walked in and said with a smile to Han Bing: "Slacker, it's time to get up, if you don't get up again, you'll be late for school." ”

Han Bing, who was wearing pajamas, woke up from the dream, rubbed her eyes, her brain ached slightly, but it was fine, she stretched out with one hand, "Mom, you go out first, I'm going to change my clothes." ”

After speaking, Han Bing pushed Zhou Ying out of the door, and then she ran to the trash can and found a crumpled piece of paper.

Putting the paper on the desk and flattening it, looking at the wrinkled smiling face, Han Bing smiled unconsciously, and pressed the paper ball under her bed and quietly collected it.

After changing into a school uniform, having breakfast, and putting on a schoolbag, a familiar call came from outside the window, "Han Bing, Han Bing, I'm going to school, I'm waiting for you downstairs." ”

Going out and putting on clean white sneakers, Han Bing ran down the stairs to the first floor, and saw Su Lin already standing there waiting for her with a smile.

Walking at the same pace, they walked on the way to school, and this time walking on the boulevard in the early morning, Han Bing found some familiar feeling.

At this time, two butterflies flew one after the other on the road, fluttering in front of and behind Su Lin and Han Bing, making the two of them can't help but chase after them.

After chasing all the way, when they came to the school gate, two butterflies flew away.

"Do you know Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?" Su Lin suddenly asked.

Han Bing shook his head, "I don't know, what is that?"

Su Lin ran a few steps forward, "It's nothing, it's a story from a long, long time ago, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were also classmates, but the two of them fell in love behind their backs, and the family didn't allow it, and in the end both of them died and turned into two butterflies, just like the two we chased just now, flying around, it's annoying." ”

"Nonsense. Han Bing was very curious, but he didn't ask too much, and silently wrote down the story Su Lin said.

A day on campus was still an ordinary day, and only two things happened on campus.

The first thing was that Su Lin slept in class and was punished by the teacher for standing.

The second thing is that when he was in sports, Han Bing accidentally twisted his ankle, and it was Su Lin who trotted all the way to the campus infirmary with Han Bing on his back under the scorching sun, and when he came to the infirmary, Han Bing saw that Su Lin was already sweating profusely and was sweating profusely, and even his white shirt was wet.

For Su Lin, Han Bing was very grateful.

When he got out of school, he didn't know where Su Lin got a crutch made of wooden sticks, wrapped his crutches with some rags, let Han Bing hold it, and sent Han Bing, who was limping, all the way home.

As soon as Han Bing entered the house and saw that Han Bing was injured, Zhou Ying and Han Kun jumped up, anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Asking this and that again, Han Bing was speechless, so he had to jump and hide in the room on one foot.

But as soon as he got home, Han Bing felt that his feet were much better.

After eating, finishing homework, it's late at night again.

Habitually opening the window to take a breath, she saw Su Lin again.

A long bamboo pole carrying a bottle of potion wrapped in a piece of paper was stretched far from his window to hers.

Han Bing looked at it dumbfounded, she really couldn't figure out such a long bamboo pole that guy found there!

And why does this guy always have so many ghost ideas?

The white potion wrapped in paper balls carried by the bamboo pole came to Han Bing, and Han Bing could only glance at Su Lin and took it helplessly.

The bamboo pole was slowly put back, and Han Bing opened the paper ball, and there was a bottle of white medicine inside.

Flattening the paper ball, Han Bing saw the pattern on the paper ball, with a crying face painted on it, it was obvious that this crying face was different from the smiling face last time, it was a boy's.

Han Bing pouted angrily, and saw a line of small words underneath the crying face.

"Take care of yourself! Every person in every world is unique!"

"Hmph......!" Glancing out the window, Han Bing put the note aside, slowly smeared the bottle of white potion on his ankles, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Habitually lifting the corner of the curtain, and seeing that the lights on the opposite side were also turned off, Han Bing fell asleep with peace of mind.

There was no dream on this day.