Mo Shuang stood there and looked at Chu Mengxi, the middle-aged man who was dressed in a plain white robe without wind and no wind looked at it, this Mo Shuang actually had a little more artistic conception of a worldly master at this moment! Even the Great Demon Lingling Demon Trace in the shadow of Mo Shuang smiled ghostly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Frost boy, are you tempted by the girl in front of you?"

Mo Shuang's eyes whitened, Chu Mengxi is known as a rare beauty in Musen City for a thousand years, as long as it is a man, he will be tempted, right?

And after so many years, following the task of the Demon Spirit Swordsman system, Ink Cream unconsciously seemed to have a sense of loss for this unattainable girl.

Chu Mengxi's eyes flashed with a flash of brilliance, and he asked, "Ink Frost?" ”

Ink Frost blinked, "Changes, those changes?"

"Confidence. Chu Mengxi's eyes and Mo Shuang looked at each other for a moment before smiling and said, "You always had no self-confidence before, although you were very hardworking, but you lacked a trace of self-confidence in treating people and things. Now you dare to look at me. ”

"Huh. Ink Frost touched her nose and smiled bitterly. said, "Since you are friends with Miss Chu, why don't you dare to look at your friends?"

But what she said was indeed right, she used to be treated as a waste wood because the Demon Spirit Swordsman system always swallowed her own cultivation results, and she always lacked confidence in doing things, and she cried alone in front of the wall every night, cursing God for being too unfair to herself.

Now that he has come back from the dead, although the Demon Spirit Swordsman system of the pit dad has begun to operate, it is estimated that eighty percent of them are still walking on the road of the pit dad, and the events of this morning are still fresh in my memory, and Mo Shuang thought that this system would draw something against the sky like in the novel, but who knew that he actually failed in the lottery.

Nima ...... I'm really the first person to cross over.

Ink Frost finally understood what a great man had said in his previous life, that his worst enemy came from within.

If this system suddenly breaks down and explodes one day, then I will really cry and faint in the toilet.

But now is not the time to think about this, Mo Shuang shook his head, glanced at Chu Mengxi deeply, and said, "In the future...... Maybe one day, I can protect you. The heavy words fell, and Ink Frost turned his head and walked towards the Sword Casting Pavilion.

Chu Mengxi stood there for a while, looking at Mo Shuang's back, and snorted lightly, she understood that Mo Shuang had something to say, but she was not angry.

"You want to protect me, but it's not that easy. ”

She moved her steps lightly, slowly following the ink frost, and the two of them walked into the Sword Casting Hall together.

The middle-aged men who led the way in front of the Sword Casting Pavilion were all nymphomaniacs when they saw Chu Mengxi's appearance, and at the same time, they also had a deep sense of loss in their hearts.

Could it be that this Chu Mengxi is really interested in ink cream?

O heaven, O earth!

They were all a little disappointed, depressed, and squatted in front of the Sword Casting Hall for a long time, not knowing what they were thinking.

The two of them entered the first floor of the Sword Forge Pavilion, an open palace, and on the top of the ornate staircase in the middle, where all the swordsmiths rested. Mo Shuang and Chu Mengxi walked to the eighth floor, only to see an amethyst gate in front of them, and there were two silver rings at the door, and a strange light flashed in Mo Shuang's eyes when he saw this.

It is said that the three major families in Musen City are the richest, but the Sword Casting Pavilion seen today is not inferior to the three major families at all!

Every floor, as far as the ink frost can see, the floor is inlaid with gold, and there are all kinds of rare treasures, which are hung on the top of the Sword Casting Pavilion, some are high and some are low, colliding with each other with the wind flow, tinkling sound, what a Sword Casting Pavilion!

He pulled the silver ring and tapped on the door, only to see a girl dressed as a maid respectfully open the door and ask, "Are the two of you Mr. Ink Frost and Miss Chu Mengxi?"

"Exactly. Mo Shuang hugged his fists and said, "Today, I am annoying that Master Zijing is casting a sword for the kid, please go and report it." ”

Hearing this, the girl turned sideways, holding her dress with both hands, the door was ajar, and Mo Shuang and Chu Mengxi looked strange, but after a while, a neutral voice came from inside.

"The first recite of Musen City is really extraordinary, and the rumors on weekdays are completely different. Miss Chu is also talented, please come in. ”

Hearing this, the girl completely let go of her body, opened the amethyst door, and as soon as Ink Frost's feet stepped into the room, her complexion changed slightly. In his heart, the Demon Spirit Swordsman system began to tickle.

Drip, drip, drip.

A side quest has been detected.

Master Zijing, the first swordsmith in Musen City, is a teacher on weekdays, but secretly he mutilates the girl, task: rescue the girl in front of him, reward: a lottery with a success rate of one in 100 million.

Ink Frost's mouth twitched, one in a billion, you just said that I can't do it for nothing? Besides, Master Zi Jing, as the first swordsmith, how could he rescue this girl?

Don't do it, don't do it.

Ink Frost made a decision in his heart in a short period of time, but the Demon Spirit Swordsman System sent another message.

If you abandon the mission, you will be punished very severely, severely!!

I...... Real ...... Mother...... Target.

Ink Frost instantly felt like he wanted to die, he scolded the person who made this system, it was really a neurosis, Ink Frost had a feeling that sooner or later he would be toyed with by this system to death.

No, you can't be so easily led!

Pit daddy system, you want to play, see who can play whom?

At present, there is only one step at a time.

He wiped the sweat on his head, Chu Mengxi was a little strange, handed Mo Shuang two pieces of paper, and asked, "Mo Shuang, is it hot here? You see you are sweating a lot." ”

"Uh...... Yes, this swordsmith's lounge is really popular. Mo Shuang laughed dryly, Chu Mengxi was stunned for a moment, and asked, "But there is no sword casting furnace here, and the temperature is quite normal." ”

"That's because Master Zijing's mastery deeply shocked me!" Mo Shuang's sudden emotion startled Chu Mengxi, she took two steps back, and said with some surprise, "Can you feel the breath of a swordsmith?"

She was a little speechless, but Inkfrost's expression didn't look like she was lying.

Even the girl who led the way was stunned, she turned her head and only listened to Mo Shuang continue, "Youdao is a generation of grandmasters, there must be a kind of kingly demeanor, as soon as I stepped into this room, I deeply felt the momentum that shook the heavens and the earth......"

......

Chu Mengxi and the maid were stunned, why didn't we feel it? Is it because we are too low? At this time, Master Zijing's hearty laughter came out.

"Hahaha, Little Ink Frost Friend, don't praise me, my Zijing is still far from the master realm. A middle-aged man with a ruddy face and a sturdy physique walked out, it was Zi Jing, the first swordsmith in Musen City.

As soon as they saw this Master Zijing, the three of them leaned over and said hello, Zijing was praised by Ink Frost just now, and seemed to be in a good mood, smiled and returned the salute, and sat on the deerskin sofa.

Mo Shuang and Chu Mengxi sat opposite him, and at this time, Mo Shuang spoke, "Master Zi Jing, you should already know what we are here for, right?"

Zi Jing nodded and replied briskly, "Naturally, I know that I will do my best to create a suitable long sword for you, please rest assured, little friend of Ink Frost." ”

"Then thank you, Master Zijing. Mo Shuang arched his fist and followed Zi Jing into his own room, there was a hole in the room, Zi Jing pulled the doorknob, the bookshelf automatically retreated to the side, and the two walked in.

At this time, Mo Shuang was not thinking about the long sword he was about to get his hands on, but how to complete the task of this pit father, he looked at Master Zi Jing who was walking in front of him, and thought of countless possibilities in his heart.

Assassination? And it seems that he can't beat this tall ...... Ink Frost contrasted the bodies of both sides and rejected the idea completely.

If you don't know it, you can move it with reason, and you will be able to ...... with your own incorruptible tongue Ahem. I've read too many novels.

Mo Shuang rubbed his brows, the other party is the number one swordsmith in Musen City, don't look at Sven now, he must have heard more good and bad words than he has eaten.

Decisive veto.

So ...... yourself What else is there to do?

Mo Shuang suddenly found that he didn't seem to have any means, and couldn't help but cover his face, in the novel, the protagonist crosses the hole cards one after another, is it possible that he has to rely on that IQ of less than a hundred?

It's over, and Ink Frost finds that in addition to devouring the sword momentum, he is currently like a scum with a combat power of five. He could only stubbornly ask, "That Master Zijing, I see that your maid is very good-looking......

"Huh?" Master Zi Jing was so focused on walking that he didn't hear what Ink Frost was trying to mean for a while, he asked, "That's nature, Ink Frost Little Friend, but what do you want to say?"

Mo Shuang paused, blushing, he was really shameless, and after that, he would be misunderstood by Chu Mengxi.

There is no way, if you misunderstand, you will misunderstand. You have to complete this task first, or you don't know what kind of punishment you will receive.

"Ahem. ”

He cleared his throat and said, "What, Master Zijing, can you ......?"

"Give me your servant?"

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