Fang Zhe really didn't seem to care about his past.

Wang Jia knew the reason for his slaughter, but he was vague and reluctant to mention it.

The white sword re-dyed the black of the starry sky at night, resting on the man's shoulder, clearly reflecting the man's angular mandible.

Wang Jiali retracted the white soldiers.

For her, she was Jiang Su's little sister first, then Dong Yiyi, and finally ...... She is Wang Jia.

The old ginseng head sat on the lid of the Dan furnace, and at this moment, under the control of Fang Zhe's spiritual power, the furnace lid was floating in the air, and he was also in the air.

"It's been thousands of years, and it's the first time I've seen a monk refining a weapon, old man. It was also the first time to see the alchemy furnace refiner used for cultivation. ”

Fang Zhen glanced at it, and then black fire erupted from his palm, flung it towards the fire gate.

When Shen Shi, he doesn't need to pinch the trick.

"Bang-"

The flames that were originally the size of fists exploded in an instant when they touched the fire door of the alchemy furnace, and the enlarged black flames formed a fireball that covered the entire alchemy furnace cage.

The black flame stood like a door to the black abyss, standing in the dim sunset.

The breeze blew and the heat wave suddenly expanded, and the heat smoked the tree behind the stone table. The leaves are withered and yellow, and they are falling one after another.

“……”

The old ginseng man silently controlled the lid of the alchemy furnace and flew away from the alchemy furnace.

Dong Yiyi froze in place, the corners of his mouth twitched, he turned his head to look at the initiator, and asked in a stiff voice, "Can you really use the alchemy furnace to refine the weapon?"

Fang Fold: "......"

The red-clothed monk was silent, and calmly turned his head to meet Dong Yiyi's eyes.

"I ...... Used, forgot. ”

I've used an alchemy furnace refiner...... But I forgot how to manipulate it.

Now that all kinds of magic weapons are in his hands, he can flexibly manipulate them with the muscle memory under his fingers.

But the method of refining weapons belongs to the inheritance, and his memory in refining weapons has not been recovered much.

Muscle: I can!

Fang Zhe: I think I can!

Zhihai: What?

"Shhh

The door of the house was pushed open, and the girl in Tsing Yi stood quietly in the doorway with her hands on the wooden door.

“……”

Dong Yiyi and Fang Zhe heard the sound, and looked at Jiang Su by the door at the same time.

"You ...... Blew up my stove? ”

Dong Yiyi was silent.

Fang tilted his head.

"...... it, she knows."

Originally, Jiang Su fainted from exhaustion because of tasting poison and writing prescriptions, and fell into a short sleep again after a few hours.

I'm dreaming.

"The roast duck was delicious...... The food for the sky and the whole of Jude are more fragrant than that...... Strong Amway Food makes a hot pot for the day to make a special dish of the winter chef!! ”

Saliva runs down the floor.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the door, and Jiang Su sat up in shock in his dying dream!

"I'm alchemizing and blowing up the furnace again?!!"

The nightmare of medical cultivation, there are three in total, they can't prescribe a prescription for the price of spiritual materials, and the patient says that it is better to seek medical treatment than to seek oneself, alchemy and fry.

She hurriedly touched the blind cane next to her, stood up with her strength, and panicked to find her exploded Dan furnace.

Touching the closed door, she suddenly realized: "No, I just researched the poison prescription, and I haven't tried the dose after deducing the antidote...... There is no furnace at all??? ”

Wait a minute...... Did Fang Zhe want to use my alchemy furnace just now??!!

Jiang Su was shocked in his heart, and a sharp explosion sounded in the sea of knowledge, "Will he be ahh Can my Dan furnace refine the weapon??! ”

Now, the quiet atmosphere of the courtyard has told her the answer.

“……”

She walked out of the room with a cane.

Dong Yiyi rushed to her side, and before Jiang Su could step out of the door and hit the ground, the white-clothed monk had already helped her arm.

"Su Su be careful."

The voice was as gentle as water, and the microwave slowly rippled around.

Square fold?

"Little Senior Sister."

The girl's smile was calm and well-behaved, and her hands clenched the little sister's arm, and her thumb rubbed slightly through the clothes.

The next moment, Jiang Su turned his head and rushed to the location of the Dan furnace in his memory, and his steps quickened.

Fang Zhi stared at the mighty little medical cultivator who was swallowing mountains and rivers at this time, and silently took a step back.

Jiang Su hooked the corners of his mouth that were extremely insincere, forcibly tugged at his flesh, and greeted him warmly: "What about Master Fang, alchemy?"

The cardinal looked down at her, his head slightly bowed, his nose resonated, and his voice was low:

"Hmm."

The girl in Tsing Yi chuckled.

"Ha, it's good......"

She shook her head slowly, and said in a strange manner: "Fang Fold!" You've got a good brain, right? Remember, right? Using the alchemy furnace to refine the weapon, it's really powerful. ”

"Ever since I was in my mother's womb for four months, I haven't heard of Jiang Shui Liu's blast furnace alchemy with refining tools!"

"What's the matter, you're more dad than my dad? You alchemy refining tools run at both ends, and even if a sword cultivator tops the inheritance of weapon cultivation, now you have to go hand in hand with the pill medicine and poison?!! ”

"Whew-"

The girl let out a long spit, and now she wanted to open her eyes and roll them.

"Forget it, it's my fault. A refining master is by my side, and I haven't prepared a refining blast furnace?! Mine mine does not care about the patient. ”

She silently repeated in her heart: "Medical ethics and medical ethics."

The slaughter has already been given away, and it is too tiring to draw a knife, so let's do it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Su directly reached into the storage bag, took it out on the left, turned it over again, and pulled out a magic weapon in a certain corner of the storage bag according to the feeling of his subordinates.

This thing was found in the town controlled by Uncle Xu before.

Crystal Lao Wang Ba was also found from there.

Jiang Su put the tripod on the ground, and dragged his folded hand over it, and scratched his nails on the man's thick fingertips.

“……”

Nothing happened.

Dong Yiyi squinted slightly, and his eyes froze on Jiang Suhe's hands that were in staggered contact with Fang Zhe.

The five-shaped fire was forcibly pressed down by her in her chest.

She was still suffering from the cold and poison in her body, and her calm emotions and compassionate expression in the past were just the eve of her forcibly suppressing her mental outburst.

Accumulate a lot, and finally at a moment when no one is visiting, shrink into his room and set up a three-layer enchantment, ushering in the silent loneliness in the iceberg.

Lose yourself in the cold and loneliness, and regain your consciousness in the scorching heat.

This is the pain she deserves, and she has always been willing to eat it.

She wanted to see Jiang Su...... In a dream. She had seen the dream that even the water of the Doctor Immortal River couldn't bear to break.

"Susu, I'll come."

Dong Yiyi drew his sword out of its sheath, and with a wave of the long sword, it slashed at Fang Fold's arm.

"This rumor ......"

Jiang Su hurriedly let go of the hand that was holding Fang Fold's fingers and stopped Dong Yiyi.

"Little Senior Sister doesn't have to!! You don't have to cut off your arms! I'll let him confess the Lord, and a drop of blood will do! ”

Dong Yiyi pretended not to know, "Huh? It's the fault of the little sister. "There seems to be guilt.

The blade didn't touch the cardinal's arm after all.

Dong Yiyi's eyes were picked, and he was a little regretful.

Fang Fold: "......"

？？？ I don't really understand.

The next moment, he silently blocked the spiritual power flowing in his fingers, grabbed Jiang Su's fingers, and pressed his nails on the tips of his index fingers.

The smell of blood spilled into the air around the trio,

Dong Yiyi: "......"

You don't have nails, do you?

(End of chapter)