"After all, I don't fancy the inheritance and treasures of the Three Thousand Courtyard Family. And if it's your daughter who really intrigues me. ”

It was a sentence tightly, but it was entangled in the hearts of the Three Thousand Courtyard Emperors, and it could not be erased for a long time.

"Damn, what the hell does this guy mean!! Don't look down on the family property of Sanqianyuan? Sooner or later, I'm going to show you the fox's tail, Joe!! ”

……

"Really, why should I be suspicious of these ......" Ziyin rubbed his eyebrows, if he wanted, he could use money to smash the three thousand courtyard emperors to pay back for the family property.

Compared to those so-called black tsubakes, Ziyin wants to know more about the power of Zizi's body, that power should not belong to humans, or this is the ability of the gods of this world.

"It's just a low-end world, and it's enough to feel distressed about this low-level manager."

"What's wrong, Xiaoyin?" A soft voice came from the side, and Zizi looked at Ziyin, who was a little confused by the characters next to her.

"It's nothing, miss, confused, is there a blacksmith here?" Ziyin's hands were on Zizi's shoulders, and her bright purple eyes stared at the young girl tightly.

Ziyin hates the feeling of not having a weapon to put down, and what Ziyin is most proud of is his swordsmanship and his own equipment.

And now Ziyin has neither of these talents, after all, Ziyin will not have any swordless flow.

"Blacksmith?"

"That's right, blacksmith, I need a knife now." Ziyin nodded, indeed a good knife is what is needed most now.

Although Ziyin doesn't expect to get any very powerful knives, it's just that I'm better than nothing, after all, only with weapons can I have the ability to protect myself.

"No, this one!" Zizi's white, little index finger lightly tapped his chin. It looked like he was thinking about something.

"But also, after all, it's a private island, it's not the Middle Ages, how could there be a blacksmith?" Ziyin shook her head. Again, how could a private island be equipped with a blacksmith.

It's completely self-inflicted.

"It's just that I remember that there was a knife in the vault. Xiaoyin should be talking about this kind of knife. Zizi said as she drew a knife with her fingers.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"There are similar weapons in the treasure house of the Three Thousand Temples!" Zizi stared at Ziyin beside him with blazing eyes, but his white little hands gave him a thumbs up.

"No, it won't. You don't want to say you want me to get that sword, but if that's the case, I don't. Ziyin shook her head desperately, Ziyin didn't want to give in to the Three Thousand Yuan Emperor.

"Lie to you~" Zizi stretched out her little hand and gently stroked Ziyin's head.

"The Three Thousand Courtyard doesn't have those swords, but they have this." Zizi took out a delicate pocket watch and handed it to Ziyin.

It's a very beautiful pocket watch, and it looks pretty big enough to be held in one hand.

The bezel of the pocket watch is a gold border with a hint of runes. The surface of the pocket watch is tightly just a layer of glass, and the internal parts are completely revealed from the inside.

The golden hour, minute and second hands still rotate.

Ziyin wanted to know why Zizi handed herself such a pocket watch, although it looked beautiful, but she couldn't understand why Zizi would hand her this exquisite pocket watch.

No matter how you think about it, pocket watches can't have anything to do with swords.

"What is this?" Ziyin really didn't understand, what he needed was a sword, and the pocket watch was completely useless.

Ziyin sighed and picked up the pocket watch in Zizi's hand. It's just that when his fingers first touched this pocket watch, a strange feeling appeared on Ziyin's hand.

The pocket watch seems to be forcibly changing Ziyin's fortune, but it is not so much a change of fortune as a curse on the bearer to become unlucky.

Ziyin's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a trace of dark blue thunder appeared on his fingers. Zizi's voice came from above Ziyin's fair-skinned little hands.

And that curse gradually settled down under the oppression of Ziyin. Ziyin looked at the pocket watch in his hand, "What is this?" ”

"Well, it's Kurotaki. The treasure of the Three Thousand Courtyards, the magic sword Black Tsubaki. Zizi's white fingers lightly touched the surface of the black tsubaki.

"Kurobaki, this is not your father's ......" Ziyin looked at the pocket watch in his hand and didn't know what to say.

"It doesn't matter~" Zizi's arms slowly stretched out, "Because you are the person I was destined for." ”

"Really. Forget it, what kind of existence is the black tsubaki? Ziyin looked at the pocket watch in his hand repeatedly, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't want a magic sword.

"Well~ this is a pocket watch that brings bad luck." Zizi's index finger tapped lightly, and his face seemed to be recalling something.

"But it is also said that when the hour and minute hands reach eight at the same time. Everything will be gained, except that no one but me will live to that time. And ......"

Before Zizi's words were finished, Ziyin's words also came. "It is impossible for the hour and minute hands to reach eight at the same time."

Ziyin looked at the pocket watch in his hand, "It's just that I'm curious about why this pocket watch is called the magic sword, if it's just bad luck, it's too weak." ”

If it's called a magic sword just because of bad luck, it's really too weak.

"It's a legend......

"Wait......" Ziyin turned the pocket watch in his hand, but behind it was like one, a puzzle?

That's right, it's a very abstract puzzle, and the consonants are able to turn.

"There is such a mechanism...... Ziyin's hand rotated the mechanism on the pocket watch.

"Ka...... Titicaca ......" voices came out of the pocket watch.

The gold rim of the pocket watch gradually rotates, and a sword hilt emerges from the inside of the pocket watch, and a layer of black gradually extends.

In the end, the pocket watch completely turned into a thin sword, and drops of sweat flowed down Ziyin's head, "It's really a sword......

Ziyin raised it, and his fingers gently stroked over the blade with a black breath, but this sword was not as Ziyin thought, it was not a sword but a thin sword.

Ziyin prefers to chop than stab, if you give Ziyin a choice, Ziyin will definitely choose a knife, but it's already very good to have a weapon, not to mention a very good weapon.

Ziyin's fingers lightly pressed on the blade, and the snow-white blade reflected Ziyin's beautiful face.

"If it's just bad luck, you don't deserve the name of the magic sword, I don't know what your ability is, but if you dare to resist me, or bring me bad luck, my broken army starlight will definitely make you understand the consequences of offending the emperor." (To be continued.) )