"Five leaders, six or six shun!"

"Seven tricks, eight horses!"

In the evening, when the earl went to Liu Yuan's cell with a simple meal, he heard the voices of a man and a woman shouting something in an enthusiastic voice from a distance.

When he came to the prison door, he saw Liu Yuan raising his fist and laughing, while Joan of Arc looked at the scissors he was comparing to and was annoyed.

"Willing to gamble and lose, willing to gamble and lose, walk!"

"Okay, okay........"

Under the Count's strange gaze, Joan of Arc folded her hands behind her head and began to do squats.

"One...... 2. ........"

"You ....... What are you doing? ”

"Ah, here you are." Liu Yuan came back to his senses from the justice that Joan of Arc shook up and down, and turned around and said, "We are making a fist, are you coming?" ”

Stroke, punch ......?

The Count had a headache.

"Dinner has been brought to you, hurry up and eat. And don't blame me for not reminding you, don't play for too long, or tomorrow you will wake up with sore muscles and die between trials, and I will have to collect your body. ”

"You think too much, this amount of exercise is not enough to make me sweat." After Liu Yuan finished speaking, he pointed at Joan of Arc and said, "And this guy is so silly, you can tell whether she is a fist or a scissor before punching, I have only lost five sets so far, and she has done more than two hundred squats." ”

When Joan of Arc heard this, she puffed out her mouth and snorted.

“........ It's good that you have your own measure. ”

The Count laid the tray on the bed—for there was no table in the cell—and pulled out a black iron sword from his back and leaned against the wall.

"This is the weapon you want, put it to good use."

“3Q~”

After the earl left, Liu Yuan picked up the iron sword, brushed the sword with his palm, and immediately felt the rust piercing his hand, and the smell was not flattering, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

Liu Yuan straightened the sword body, and bent his fingers to flick the sword body with all his might.

"Huh~"

The crisp and long sword groan shocked Liu Yuan's heart.

"Good sword!"

Liu Yuan originally thought that the sword that was so badly rusted, even if it could still be used, would be broken if it could support two or three collisions at most, and the inside of the sword body would definitely be rotten.

But listen to the sound of the sword.

Clear but not muddy, spiritual but not turbid, as if this sword was telling him that it was not old!

Liu Yuan's face flashed with the light of picking up the treasure, and he didn't care about guessing the Ding shell with Joan of Arc, and went out to look for tools. A few minutes later, he returned with a rag and stick in his hand.

The best way to remove rust is to use an acidic substance to dissolve it, with ordinary cola or lemon juice, with rich women happy steel wool balls, the effect is excellent.

But there were no such good conditions in the prison tower, so Liu Yuan had to wrap the rag with a wooden stick and brush it against the rusty sword standing on the ground.

While eating, Joan of Arc watched curiously from the sidelines, and carefully pulled Liu Yuan's dinner farther away, so as not to splash the rust on the plate.

After scraping like this for half an hour—don't worry about the dinner getting cold, it's already cold—most of the rust on the long sword has been cleaned up, and Liu Yuan finally got a glimpse of the true body of the sword.

The long blade of the sword was still black, and even if the rust was scraped off, it didn't change, as if it was the original color.

The blades on both sides were unexpectedly easy to clean, and with two slashes, the glittering silver blades reappeared.

The silver blade has a katana-like burnt pattern, a cloud that is as ethereal as a flame, and no sword lover can resist this charm.

In the middle line of both sides of the sword, there is a groove that almost reaches the tip of the sword.

This groove can be seen on many styles of swords, and it is generally believed that it is a 'blood groove' used to bleed enemies after piercing the human body, but in fact this is a misconception of common sense, and the concept of a blood groove itself is non-existent.

The function of this groove is, to put it mildly, to maintain the center of gravity of the sword, reduce the weight of the sword and save materials.

To put it mildly—just to look good!

We can also see some ancient Chinese swords, and even more ruthlessly knock the middle line of the sword body into a hollow, and there must be a sound effect when swinging the sword hard.

Whether it's ancient or modern, the desire to pursue more handsome and stronger weapons hasn't changed, hey, it's all men........

This longsword....... Let's call it the 'Rusty Sword'. Its gauntlet is crossed with the blade, and the hilt is longer than that of a regular Western-style one-handed sword. What Liu Yuan likes most about it is that the end of its hilt does not have the big lump of iron of a Western-style one-handed sword, only a very small rounded square, and it doesn't feel like a diaphragm when you hold it in your hand.

After cleaning up the corners and corners, Liu Yuan finally felt comfortable, put his sword aside and continued to punch with Joan of Arc, and the loser did ten squats.

It can not only pass the time, but also exercise, and can also shake the persimmon of Kang Zhende, why not.

This continued like this until they were sleepy, and Liu Yuan and Joan of Arc lay down and fell asleep together.

There was only one bed and a quilt in the cell, and the cell door was leaking and cold, so it was impossible for Liu Yuan to let Joan of Arc sleep on the floor........ Of course, there was also the option of letting the bed sleep on the floor by itself, but he was thrown out of it in the first place.

The warm nephrite in the same bed, the sweet breath of Joan of Arc, isn't she fragrant?

It smells so good!

Liu Yuan went to bed, pretending to be asleep, waiting, waiting, waiting, and soon heard Joan of Arc's breathing become calm.

He opened his eyes, slowly lifted the quilt, looked at the soft flesh within reach in front of him, and stretched out his sinful right hand........ Hold Joan of Arc's calf meat.

"Hmm......." Joan of Arc muttered softly, but did not move.

Liu Yuan's eyes flashed.

"The muscles are very relaxed, not like a workout....... But if that's the case, what are the hundreds of squats she just did? ”

Muscle soreness, which is a pain that everyone who doesn't exercise regularly goes through when facing exercise.

But the Joan of Arc in front of her seems to be an exception.

Not to mention, she can also do hundreds of squats that are impossible for ordinary people to adhere to without sweating or being tired.

Liu Yuan slowly grabbed her hand again and stroked her palm.

Whether it is touched or seen, there is no existence of cocoons, warm as jade, as perfect as ancient Greek statues.

However, Joan of Arc was obviously a peasant girl in the past, so it was impossible for her to have no calluses on her hands.

And if she's not Joan of Arc, why does she look exactly like Joan of Arc?

Really........ She was suspicious.

Liu Yuanweimi.

However, if she really will be detrimental to herself, the Earl probably won't let her out. And after getting along for a day, he doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions, and he is so naïve, probably he really thinks too much.......

Thinking so, Liu Yuan put on the quilt and fell asleep again.

After he fell asleep, a pair of eyes opened faintly in the dark, staring at Liu Yuan's face, and slowly stretched out his right hand towards his neck.......

Then he crossed his neck, tightened the quilt for him, then closed his eyes again, squeezed his body into Liu Yuan's arms a little more, groped in the quilt to find his hand, and held it gently.

Not a long night passed.

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