She also began to try to refine other weapons, such as short knives, short swords, iron nails, and hidden arrows......

Unconsciously, several weapons had condensed around her, and she was sweating on her forehead, and she felt that the power in her body was a little too depleted, so she retreated. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found that Qing Mo was standing beside her, carefully checking the weapons she had condensed......

His expression was too serious, and he looked at her weapons left and right with his eyes slightly lowered, like a weapon master.

Xiao Jingti suddenly felt a little nervous, and it felt like she was facing her master: "What's the matter?" ”

Qing Mo raised his head and shook his head slightly at her: "It's unsatisfactory." ”

Xiao Jingti's heart sank, isn't this okay?

Qing Mo smiled again: "But for a first-year freshman, it's already very unnatural for you to have such a grade!" "After all, her days of cultivating this art are too short. It's only been three or four days. Her ability to condense a blade was already beyond his expectations.

Damn, this little thing is talking and panting!

Xiao Jingti lifted him up and pressed him down on the bed to tickle him: "Little bastard, don't you owe clean up?" ”

Qing Mo's body stiffened, probably the first time someone did this to him, he didn't think of how to react for a while when he saw her pounce on him, and let her little hands scratch at him......

Hey, this little ghost doesn't have itchy meat! She tickled him for a while, but he still had a small face, and he didn't mean to laugh at all.

Cut, it's not interesting.

Xiao Jingti let go of him a little sneeringly, and rolled over and lay on the side.

Qing Mo glanced at her sideways, and when she saw her looking excited, her heart moved, and she suddenly turned over, lay on her, and reached out to follow her example to care for her itch-

Xiao Jingti was afraid of itching, and immediately Gege laughed, and couldn't help but push him: "Qing Mo, don't make trouble-"

Qing Mo looked at her as funny, and immediately became addicted to playing, and her small body lay on her and her hands. I don't know what method he used, but Xiao Jingti couldn't push him away. She laughed and kicked, almost out of breath.

"Imp...... You're making me anxious again...... Haha, don't make a fuss...... Hahaha......"

Mo Han heard the movement outside, and rushed in, stretching out his claws to join the camp, but before its claws could rub against Xiao Jingti's skin, he was kicked out by Qing Mo-

Mo Han was defenseless, and went out directly through the window and landed on the ground with a click.

It rolled and jumped up, it was so angry, that little ghost only allowed the state officials to set fires, and the people were not allowed to light the lamps!

Everyone is a weapon, why can he be so close to the master, it can't?!

It was angry with the bullfight, pawed, and wanted to rush forward again despite everything.

But under this pause, it felt that the breath in its body was different, and a wisp of heat rushed up its tail bone, making its back numb, its hooves weak, and almost falling.

Its eyes widened suddenly, and it looked up at the window in disbelief, and the breath was—

Could it be—

It was like a deflated ball, and its fighting spirit immediately ran away.

It can't beat him......

But—how did he get into that sword and become a sword spirit?

Or is he pretending to be the sword's spirit?

Is he idle? What kind of drama is he singing?

Mo Han didn't know much about human thinking in the first place, but now the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, shaking his head, and simply not wanting to.