In the days to come, Lin Xiaoanan and Du Huan will have a comfortable life. It's just killing the snowman and looking at the stars. The so-called treasure knife in hand, everything is not worried.

What is the name of this peerless sword? This is what Du Huan is worried about. Lin Xiaoanan said, it doesn't matter what your name is, only a boring person like you would worry about such a thing.

Infinite knife. No, there are already such names in the rivers and lakes.

Yin Fire Cold Iron Knife, Lin Xiaoanh was called this before, but Du Huan felt that it was too cold.

Cicada wing knife, too vulgar.

The Moon Shadow Knife, even more vulgar.

Shadow Blade. Is there a more vulgar name than this?

Knife of Memory. Why did you choose such a name?

Because this knife is like a memory of a knife, Du Huan looked at the cold light condensed by the knife qi on Lin Xiaoan's fingertips, and said, look, in fact, it is neither the shadow of the knife, nor the light projected by the knife, but like the memories of the masters of the rivers and lakes on a bloody knife in the old days, hazy, fragments of broken memories.

But this doesn't look like the name of a knife? Lin Xiaoanvil said, but like a literati's innocent moaning.

But it didn't look like a knife. Du Huan said, it might as well be called a small anvil.

Lin Xiaoanan smiled and said, don't dare to be.

By the way, what did I just say? Du Huan clapped his hands and said, it was called the Dream Shattering Knife. Broken broken, no, broken broken.

Lin Xiaoanzu looked at the shattered shadow knife qi of the knife attached to his fingertips, and felt that the name was a little better.

It's better to call it a knife. Lin Xiaoanli said that there is no name worthy of it, it is the sum of the world's knives, the essence of the world's knives, so it has no name, it is called a knife.

Du Huan felt that what he said was reasonable. This knife is the soul of the knife, the collective memory of all the knives in the rivers and lakes, an abstract knife. It can only be called a knife.

Having said so much, in fact, what Du Huan wants to say is that this knife is extraordinary, but it can't be brought into the rivers and lakes. Anyone who holds this knife is a person with a beautiful heart, and once this knife falls into the hands of someone with a bad heart, the catastrophe of the rivers and lakes is inevitable.

Lin Xiaoanan nodded, she agreed with Du Huan's concerns. But how could she be reluctant not to bring this knife into the rivers and lakes? The "knife" was a sharp weapon to open her dream of dominating the rivers and lakes.

Lin Xiaoanli was with her knife day and night, her beloved knife, she said, I am the slave of this knife. Du Huan said, I am your slave.

Under the moonlight of Lin Xiaoanvil, the fingertips of luck, the broken shadow of the cold iron that had been smelted by the fire of the dead for hundreds of years, was gently spit out for a while, like an ancient beauty sighing, and the same color as the moonlight, and under the sunset, the knife qi was like a glow red and bright, its color was shaped with the object, and its edge was inseparable. It is only because the blade is vague that it is almost nothing, and because of "nothing", it can break through the "existence" of the world. A good one is born out of nothing, and there is something out of nothing. Du Huan said that there is no mother of the world, and there is no guest. This is the mystery of this knife, it is better to call it no knife.

Lin Xiaoanan smiled and said, Are you still choosing a name? No knife, this name is good, no knife is better than a knife. This knife is not a knife in the first place, so it is called no knife. Good.

The snowmen are also spiritual creatures, and they know that Lin Xiaoanvil guards the lonely people of the Savage Valley, and in the summer, they return to the Great Snow Mountain.

The Lone Man skinned many of the snowmen he had killed and gave them to Lin Xiaoan. The snowman skin is the legendary treasure of the lonely man. For Lin Xiaoan, it is also a good thing. Lin Xiaoanzu and a few lonely women worked all day. Lin Xiaoanvil carefully cut the snowman skin without a knife, put a needle eye, and cut down the branches of the man-eating tree without a knife, and the women smashed the branches of the man-eating tree, took its veins, made fine threads, and sewed the snowman skin into clothes. The first snowman suit, Lin Xiaoanvil, was made for Du Huan to wear.

Du Huan finally had new clothes to wear, and he was very proud when he put on his new clothes, because this clothes were invulnerable, and water and fire were difficult to invade, unless it was the knife qi on the ring finger of Lin Xiaoan's left hand. Lin Xiaoan, looking at Du Huan's happiness, was also happy, and deliberately asked Du Huan, why is he so happy. Du Huan said, because this dress was tailor-made for me by you.

On this day, when Lin Xiaoan, who was cutting the snowman skin with the knife between yin and yang, the knife flashed, and his finger was cut a small wound, and the knife saw blood, and the ground was attached to Lin Xiaoan's wound.

Lin Xiaoanzu was startled, and when he looked for the light and shadow knife in the wound, he couldn't find it again.

What's going on?

Du Huan also came to see, is it really a combination of human and sword?

Du Huan is very worried, this is good, this knife drills into your body, but it is very dangerous.

Lin Xiaoan's luck is no different. The knife just disappeared.

Could it be providence? The two were puzzled. It can only be counted.

It's just that Lin Xiaoanzu thought of his treasure knife and felt distressed.

Lin Xiaoan, in the Savage Valley, can rest assured to find all kinds of poisonous insects she is looking for, because the lonely people have antidotes, and the detoxification is also some poisonous insects. Lin Xiaoan's hands and face and some other parts of her body were often bitten by a poisonous insect, and then the lonely person used another poisonous insect to detoxify her. The Lonely Man was surprised that their goddess could be poisoned.

Once, Lin Xiaoanzu flew out of the woods to the west, and a few snowy sweets were chasing her, but she was not afraid of snowy food, but she was avoiding a nest of poisonous bees on her head. The poisonous bee is really poisonous, and it stings Lin Xiaoan, and when it is detoxified, Du Huan feels painful when he sees it, but Lin Xiaoanvil doesn't matter.

Du Huan said, if you don't turn over the Savage Valley, you won't be reconciled.

Lin Xiaoanli said, where do you know, this is a treasure trove. It would be nice if you could find the legendary thousand-year-old green spirit child. The millennium Qinglingzi did not find it, but found a lot of delicious wild fruits, Lin Xiaoanli will bring a few rare fruits to Du Huan every day to eat, and she has tasted them herself, every time Du Huan eats it, Lin Xiaoanli will ask him, do you feel that you are as light as a swallow?

Du Huan said that he didn't feel it, but he just felt that he wanted to go to the thatched house.

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