Compared with Mu Ying's worries, Yun Changkong did not hesitate at all, and said respectfully and forcefully: "Honor!" The black shadow was distorted for a while, and in the pharmacy, the aura that belonged to Yun Changkong suddenly dissipated without a trace.

Ling Tiansu stood at the tuyere outside the door, with a thousand wisps of cold in her eyes, but with a faint glance towards Mu Ying, she felt that her heart was covered with a layer of cold thin ice.

"In my life, the most fearful thing is the so-called wrath of God. ”

Mu Ying's eyes widened, and he saw His Royal Highness the Prince sneering: "This kind of thing is a god's anger, and if it is too many times, it will not be valuable." ”

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On the lonely platform of the secluded fence, the plain brocade curtain, an inkstone table, and a blazing copper furnace on one side of the table, in which a special instrument that can withstand high temperatures is used to hold molten iron juice, although Qin Ziwei has shackles on her hands, but this cannot affect her cultivation of refining weapons.

She held a silver spoon containing ground black crystals and threw it into the iron, and the fire in the copper furnace burst into flames, as if to illuminate the night for a moment.

Qin Ziwei's fair and beautiful face was crossed by the firelight with a layer of golden orange, making her already delicate and soft face even more gentle and beautiful.

The surging fire turned into thousands of flowing fires, and her thin white fingertips flexibly and quickly drew mysterious runes on the copper furnace lines, and the faint runes bloomed in her fingertips, and the flowing fire in the furnace began to merge into the iron juice as if controlled by some magical power.

The iron juice boiled, and the dark iron color changed to a slurry-like color in an instant, orange and red, only the black crystal powder added into it did not change in the slightest, but it was stored in the iron juice, quietly absorbing the flowing fire in the furnace.

The blazing flames quickly poured into the empty cup like water and vanished.

It was as if all the crystals in the iron juice had been absorbed, and the night fell into a drowsy darkness again.

She took a white jade wolf hair, but the wolf hair was a gurgling gold, if you looked closely, you could see a rune pattern that was a hundred times thinner than a hair on the clear but slender golden wolf hair.

It can be seen that this rune pen alone is a highly cherished product among the refining materials.

She dipped the wolf with the slurry-colored iron juice, which was clearly only an inch long, but she was able to absorb all the full iron juice to the bottom.

She put pen to paper, portrayed.

On the top of the table is a broken knife placed in a specially customized abrasive tool, most of which has been repaired, and only the last one has not been repaired.

The iron juice is ink, and the pen falls.

The broken lines on the blade surface are copied one by one by the slurry-colored iron juice, and finally penetrates, melting the entire blade into a flowing water-like existence.

Fortunately, the blade is fixed in the abrasive, flowing

The shape of the blade in the water state is also the shape of the original blade.

Qin Ziyu's eyes were focused and nervous, a blue rune paper was attached to his palm, and the short knife was brushed in the air, the palm rune bloomed, and countless frost particles spewed out from under his palm.

A precious ice mist talisman that was enough to frostbite and severely damage the Tongyuan Realm was used by her in this way.

The melted blade quickly condensed into an iron-solid blade, and she took out a small golden hammer and struck it lightly three times.

The action is very light and light, but every time the hammer is dropped, there is a rumbling sound of ringing a giant bell.

After three executions, all the Yuan Force and Divine Soul Power in her body were drained out, and the blood on her face faded.

And the short knife on the case has been completely repaired.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

A young man in a bright yellow python robe smiled and clapped his hands: "The imperial sister really deserves to be a genius of the dual cultivation of talismans, this long-lost "Heavenly Ink Machine Attack Technique" can be used so vividly, and it is really admired by the imperial brother." ”

For the comer, Qin Ziwei just glanced at it lightly, then quickly withdrew her gaze, she took a hand towel, carefully wiped the excess residue on the surface of the knife, and then put the knife into the sheath.

Seeing that Qin Ziwei didn't have the slightest intention of taking care of himself, the eleventh prince was not angry, and his face was full of close and well-behaved smiles.

After a few steps, he didn't care that there was no extra padded futon on the ground, and as soon as he showed his clothes, he knelt on the cold stone brick floor, as if he didn't see the shackles on his imperial sister's hands, and his intimate voice was like an ordinary night conversation between sisters and brothers: "Imperial sister, the palace has a new imperial kitchen today, and you are still used to the meal?"

As soon as she finished refining, Qin Ziyu's face had a faint sense of tiredness, she rubbed her aching wrist, and began to clean up the mess on the table, and said without raising her head: "Why ask knowingly." ”

The eleventh prince showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and looked a little aggrieved: "What the imperial sister knows, everything I have now is not easy to get, and it can't be destroyed in the hands of the imperial sister, so I can only control you in the future." The imperial sister knew that the food was different, but for the sake of the little palace maid next to her, she obediently ate all the food, which really moved the imperial brother. ”

Qin Ziwei said: "You think too highly of me, I am not as great as you think, and you can lead the general trend of the court." ”

The eleventh prince's eyes flashed with a strange light: "No, my great and beloved imperial sister, your influence will always exceed your expectations, as long as you ......" He slowly stretched out a palm and touched her hair, his eyes were inexplicably fanatical, and his palm trembled inexplicably.

Qin Ziwei frowned, trying to avoid that palm.

Rumble!!!

A loud bang with thunder!

The palace walls are collapsing!

The 3,000 Praetorian Guards were like being overwhelmed by a giant desolate

The beasts crushed the borders of the country, and the black armor flew in unison, and the weapons danced wildly, flying upside down from the collapsed palace walls like a sea of people.

In the midst of the smoke and dust, a figure strolled in.

In the billowing smoke and dust, the speed of the long figure strolling slowly, giving people a kind of chic and calm stroll.

However, when the smoke and dust calmed down and the broken masonry was broken, there was no sign of anyone except the badly wounded Praetorian Guards.

The eleventh prince's eyes widened slightly, and his outstretched wrist was suddenly tightly choked by a hand, and suddenly there was a sound of dislocation of bones.

His face turned pale with pain, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the young man under the moon, his cold blue eyes like the deep sea reflecting his figure.

Inexplicably, the Divine Seal on his shoulder began to burn and sting, as if the divine power contained in it was being wiped away by some kind of powerful and incomparable, more refined and powerful force.

His face was horrified, and he said in a trembling voice: "Let go of Lonely!"

Ling Tiansu raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were faintly sarcastic: "Lonely?" Who gave him the guts to dare to call himself in front of himself, Lonely?

I don't know if it's the illusion of the eleventh prince, as soon as the self-proclaimed one came out, the seal of the divine sign on his shoulder became more and more scorching.

Qin Ziwei also saw the person who came clearly, and his indifferent and gentle eyes showed shock and surprise, obviously he didn't expect that he would appear here in such a late night.

I didn't expect him to appear in such a violent way.

But soon, she put away the complicated emotions in her eyes, raised her hand and pressed it on the back of Ling Tiansu's clenched hand, and said softly: "Let him go, His Royal Highness." ”

When Ling Tiansu heard this, he let go of the eleventh prince, but at the moment he looked at Qin Ziwei, a trace of a strange look crossed his eyes that was different from usual, but only for a moment, his eyes returned to normal.

He bent over, pinched the palm she pressed with his backhand, pulled her lightly, and then pulled up from the ground, and Wen Yan asked, "Mr. Xiao Qin has been doing well lately." ”

Qin Ziwei smiled slightly: "Everything is fine. ”

Ling Tiansu kicked the eleventh prince to the ground, grasped the shackles between her wrists, and pinched it hard, the shackles of the dark iron suddenly turned into a piece of shattering, and his eyebrows were a little indifferent: "I don't think it's going well." ”

Qin Ziyu smiled disapplausively, and handed out the Winter Knife in his hand: "I have already comprehended the Thousand Machines Diagram, and I have also repaired this short knife, for a refiner, this is definitely a thing to be proud of, since I am so proud and proud, I am naturally living well." ”

Ling Tiansu's eyes fell on the eleventh prince, after being treated so rudely, the young prince showed a deep scheming side, he patted the dust on his body instead of being angry, and also stood up, and actually made a salute to Ling Tiansu.