Number One Player of Time and Space

"Nightmare, what are you doing with this boiler?"

"Jianshan Huangquan" has a weird look. She really can't think of any use for this ugly and stupid thing other than selling scrap iron.

Luo Jie smiled mysteriously and patted the thick cast iron shell, saying: "In fact, Master Mike's brain hole is still good, that is, his understanding of actual combat may be a little deviation..."

With that said, he asked the "Nab" brothers next to him, "Nabjun, can you contact Master Mike to help me make some minor changes to this thing according to my requirements?"

"Well, Master Mike is very stubborn... but he still allows a certain degree of modification to his work without greatly destroying the main structure. After all, these are trial products, and they are also for the first line. Collect feedback."

"Oh, that's all right." Luo Jie found pen and paper for a while to write and draw pictures, and then attached the paper to the outer wall of the boiler. "The modification requires me to write it on. When Master Mike fixes it, trouble You contact me."

The "Nab" brothers looked around at the note and didn't understand the meaning of Luo Jie's amendment. They nodded and said, "Okay, we will notify Master Mike as soon as possible."

After leaving the office and coming to the hallway, Luo Jie turned his head and glanced at the silver-gray iron in his hands "Jianshan Huangquan". The uncoordinated and wonderful style of painting made him laugh. . .

"I said, Huang Quan, are you really going to use this thing to dispel magic? Then you should wear an apron to be more in line with your current style of painting, preferably with red fruit on it."

"Jianshan Huangquan" was also unable to refute Luo Jie's vomiting, and was rather depressed. "I can't help it. There may be other urgent tasks during this time. I can't fight with evil hands with bare hands." I’m not the demon monks in the temple anymore, and the monks aren’t bare-handed, they are wearing beads of beads..."

Speaking of which, "Jianshan Huangquan" stopped suddenly and looked over Luo Jie's shoulder to the other end of the corridor.

Luo Jie looked back subconsciously and saw a white long straight girl wearing a cherry-colored martial arts suit and a lily head standing there.

Unlike the past, the pink lace parasol, which almost never left, was gone, and was replaced by a simple samurai sword.

The former Sabre of "Jianshan Huangquan"-[Spirit Blade · Lion King].

"Congratulations, Night Diary, if you wish to make a marriage contract with Huang Quan... Congratulations, Huang Quan, find a husband who loves you so much."

I wonder if it is Luo Jie's illusion. He always feels that when "Jian Shan Ming" said this sentence, there seemed to be some kind of complex emotion that could not tell the truth in the calm tone.

"Congratulations to you too, Ming, and finally became the next heir to the Jianshan family." Luo Jie smiled.

"Well, congratulations, Sister Ming."

"Jianshan Huangquan" didn't know that Luo Jie had dealt with the PY (friend) behind "Jianshan Ming". Although there were some regrets in his heart, he still bowed his greetings to "Jianshan Ming" sincerely.

"Thank you." "Jianshan Ming" bowed with grace as always, raised his hands and raised his ears like snow-white hair, and said lightly: "You know, Huang Quan, sometimes people really can't compete with their lives. "

"Sister Ming?" "Jianshan Huangquan" froze, and she didn't understand why this cousin who had rarely traveled since childhood suddenly said such inexplicable words to her.

"It's nothing." "Jianshan Ming" smiled and patted "Jianshan Huangquan" on the shoulder. "I still have something to do. Let's go first... On the day of the two's marriage, I will send a big gift on behalf of the Jianshan family. "

Looking at the white hair like "Jianshan Ming" back disappeared at the corner of the stairs, "Jianshan Huangquan" looked down at the iron in his hand, and a complex expression appeared on his pretty face.

"Sorry?" Luo Jie leaned slightly and looked at her face from below.

"Jianshan Huangquan" shook his head and smiled with a smile: "It's just a bit reluctant to "Lion King", after all, it has followed me for so many years... But I know that some things should be put down, if you can't put down the past, you can't accept the future. , People always look forward when they live. "

"It's really good, this is probably why I like you."

Luo Jie stretched his hands with a smile and rubbed the straight, smooth black hair of "Jianshan Huangquan".

"Ah? Lord Dire, you... don't do this."

"Jianshan Huangquan" made a big blush, and it was neither standing nor hiding. After all, the two hadn't really been together as a lover for less than an afternoon. Such a move was still a little too intimate for her. Too.

"Huang Quan, show you something."

During the talk, Luo Jie spread his palms, and a samurai sword with a rare cherry-colored scabbard and handle appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Jianshan Huangquan" had long known that Luo Jie had a "space secret technique", and was not surprised that this hand fetched things out of thin air. His attention was more attracted by the cherry-colored katana in front of him.

People who make knives know about knives, and even judge the quality of a knife by instinct alone.

Even though the sword hadn't come out of the sheath, "Jianshan Huangquan" already felt something. This is probably a treasure sword comparable to the "Spirit Blade · Lion King".

"Pull it out and see." Luo Jie held the scabbard and handed the end of the handle to the eyes of "Jianshan Huangquan".

"Jianshan Huangquan" has long been very itchy and unbearable. The sharp movement of the knife is pulled out of the sheath. The pink gem fragments on the ridge of the blade reflect the gorgeous and brilliance in the sunlight, casting a little beautiful color of cherry blossoms on the walls of the corridor.

"Good knife!"

Swordsmanship reaches the level of "Jianshan Huangquan". Judging the quality of a knife can not only be measured from the intuitive physical attributes of material, craftsmanship, and sharpness, but by a profound and profound "sword sense" to judge this Whether the knife suits you.

Just like the saying that has always been circulated among warriors-the real sword will choose its own master.

"Jianshan Huangquan" can feel that this cherry-colored samurai sword seems to be cheering for her encounter, even the [Spiral Sword · Lion King] she used for several years has not given her such a clear resonance. .

"Jianshan Huangquan" waved a few swords and then retracted the knife into the sheath, reluctantly returning the knife to Luo Jie.

"What is the name of this knife?"

""Thousand Ghost Sakura Fire". "

"Strange name."

"Because this sword is like the "Lion King", it is a spiritual weapon with the sword spirit "Qian Guiji" sealed inside. "

Luo Jie's explanation shocked "Jianshan Huangquan". After all, she was the former owner of a spiritual weapon. She knew better than anyone the value and preciousness of a spiritual weapon.

"Is this Dire Nightlord's family heirloom?"

The way of making spirit tools has been lost. Most of the existing spirit tools are left over from ancient times. Therefore, "Jianshan Huangquan" has this question.

Luo Jie originally wanted to say that it was knocked from the nine-tailed demon fox "Yu Zaoqian", but how to hear this and how to tell the truth, just jokingly said: "Yeah, this is the heirloom of my family, the kind left for future wives ."

"Jianshan Huangquan" gave him a weird look. She said she believed the "heirloom", but the latter sentence obviously made fun of her.

"Want it?"

Luo Jie smiled and patted the cherry-colored samurai sword in his hand, and suddenly asked.

"For me?"

"Jianshan Huangquan" is unbelievable. After all, this is not an ordinary thing, but a spiritual weapon comparable to the "Spiral Blade·Lion King", even if it is placed in the big family like the Tujia family, it is enough to be a treasure of the town. Too.

"Don't you want it?"

Seeing Luo Jie's expression didn't seem to be a joke, "Jianshan Huangquan" could not help biting her lip.

There is no one who loves swords.

It was just that the two had just signed a marriage contract, and it was less than an afternoon to get along together. Suddenly they were given such a precious gift. The fierce offensives one after another made her unable to withstand her first love.

I thought I had lost everything, but I got more without thinking. It felt like I was dreaming. The unreal illusion made her more and more uneasy.

But her inner desire for this "Thousand Ghost Sakura Fire" still overwhelmed her trace of uneasiness.

"Well, think."

Luo Jie smiled, and nodded his finger on his cheek.

"Kiss me, I will give you."

"Jianshan Huangquan" blushed and said negatively: "Nightmare, you are taking advantage of the fire."

Luo Jie shrugged indifferently, and didn't care: "Xiao Huangquan, you have said a little too much-I will give you this knife as a gift. Shouldn't you as a fiancée return the gift? Obviously, it's a blind date, How can it be said that it was a robbery?"

"can……"

"Jianshan Huangquan" subconsciously wanted to refute, but found that the other party had blocked all the reasons that could be refuted.

The most important thing is that the other party is squeezing the marriage contract between the two, which makes her look pale and weak no matter what excuses she finds.

Forget it, just kiss her face, after all, he is already his fiancee, and this little return request is not excessive...

"Jianshan Huangquan" never thought that he would retreat so much. The man in front of him seemed to be aware of all her weaknesses, pressing tightly, not giving her the opportunity to pause.

"Okay...okay."

"Jianshan Huangquan" took a few deep breaths in a row, and the expression on his face was so tense as if he was going to the execution ground. He stepped up on his toes, his lips trembling slightly and printed on Luo Jie's cheek~www.ltnovel.com~ At this moment, Luo Jie suddenly turned his face.

"Jianshan Huangquan" was shocked in his heart, and he was about to dodge subconsciously, but his body was hugged tightly by a pair of powerful arms. He had never been touched by other men's lips and was overwhelmed by hegemony.

"You lied... Um..."

The strength of "Jianshan Huangquan" struggled to become weaker. Eventually, like all the girls who first loved, they were completely engulfed by this deep and overbearing kiss. The whole person seemed to be melted into the rich and powerful embrace.

[You got the prop-"Light of the Soul · Jianshan Huangquan". 】

I don't know how long after that, it seems that the crisp collision of metal falling on the ground interrupted the enthusiasm of the two.

A girl with short hair wearing a junior high school uniform incredulously stood at the staircase with her mouth covered, her pretty childish pretty face flushed and stuttered: "I...I didn't see anything...really ..."

Having said that, she suddenly grabbed the knife bag on the ground and ran away with her face covered.