"You are resting here, and the little one is going to help our shopkeeper with his hands."

Mu Qianqian nodded, did not say much, but found a suitable position to close his eyes and concentrate.

Since the last confrontation with Concubine Mu, Mu Qianqian felt the coldness in his eyebrows, and it seemed that he would always feel the earth-destroying power in the future, but whenever Mu Qianqian wanted to get closer to find out, he found that the power suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't help but feel a little decadent.

Mu Qianqian couldn't cultivate his spirit, so he had to cultivate his spiritual power.

Her concentration is not simply resting, but exercising her mental strength.

The divine consciousness kept wandering on his body, probing his meridians and dantian, and the faint aura condensed in the dantian by taking the divine soul pill was really pitiful.

The cultivation aura of other people's spirits is all gathered into a thick mass and stays in the dantian, but hers seems to be a plate of loose sand, which has never been able to condense.

Mu Qianqian sighed and continued to swim, and finally his divine sense couldn't help but return to his eyebrows, staring blankly at the small clear and transparent droplets.

Her mother left her a lot of things.

But only one box is particularly important.

When he opened it, the small droplet-like thing ran to his eyebrows, and then there was a flute......

The flute is called the Magic Flute.

Mu Qianqian didn't get anything except knowing a name, and this little drop of water was also ...... Lying quietly on her eyebrows.

What exactly do these two things do?

Her mother wouldn't leave her two useless things for nothing.

Mu Qianqian slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the small droplet.

Cool.

It was a bone-chilling chill.

Mu Qianqian only felt that the cold hairs on his back stood up, like an ice cellar, and it was very cold.

The heart is even more depressed for no reason, and I want to cry very aggrieved......

Mu Qianqian suddenly felt that her breathing was uncomfortable, the feeling of suffocation was like drowning, she desperately wanted to grab the life-saving straw, but found that there was no way.

"Girl, girl, how are you?"

When he came back to his senses again, Xiao Er of the blacksmith shop was looking at him suspiciously, "Girl, are you okay?" ”

Mu Qianqian gasped heavily, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, "It's okay." ”

"What, is the silver needle ready?"

"Not really!" Xiao Er handed the silver needle in front of Mu Qianqian as if offering a treasure, "Look at if this is the case, our shopkeeper said, if so, he will continue to build, your one hundred and eight silver needles will be good in a while!" ”

Generally, it takes a lot of effort to build a mold, but after it is built, it can be quickly refined into a weapon.

Mu Qianqian held the silver needle in his hand, but there was uncontrollable praise in his eyes, "The craftsmanship of the thirteenth master really has proud capital!" ”

This silver needle is perfectly made, and the material selected is the best dark iron, which is many times better than the modern silver needle!

"Okay, if you like it, then I'll go and tell our shopkeeper!"

Mu Qianqian was very happy and took out two gold coins to reward Xiao Er.

This is thanks to him for recovering his consciousness, if he continues to let himself approach the small droplet, he may not know how he died.

Zhao Qianqian has already planned the water droplet as an untouchable item in his heart.

Mu Qianqian turned his attention to the magic flute.