MTL - Blue Sky Sword-Chapter 15 The little princess opened her eyes

Feng Yin returned to the bedroom with a fresh look. After another operation, he confirmed that all traces had been erased, and then he showed a big smile.

I went out tonight, made three shots, and all three were successful.

More importantly, these three shots made Fengyin feel the huge difference between himself and the previous one, and it was an amazing progress like one step to the sky!

The feeling of flowing water, the feeling that everything is under control, fully grasped, and the feeling that you have mastered the life and death of the enemy as soon as you shoot, it is really enjoyable.

"It's much easier than before, and it feels so good to achieve the goal in one move."

Feng Yin couldn't help laughing and crooked his mouth.

There is a kind of chicness of "killing a person in ten steps, leaving a thousand miles behind".

There is also a kind of pretense of 'one hit will hit, and one will travel a thousand miles away'.

'It seems that I have reached the realm of the killer in the ancient novels... I feel that I am a bit like Ye Gucheng... Tsk tsk, a sword is coming from the west, and the sky is flying immortal...'

'Ye Gucheng may not be as handsome as me. ’

A total of three goals have been completed tonight.

Two prostitutes, robbing wives and daughters, killing family members, occupying family property, and a scumbag who specializes in robbing ordinary people and merchants.

Each of them is a scum full of heinous crimes and evils, and the wind seal has no burden to kill, and even has a big heart.

The impartiality of Jun Tianshou is recognized by the entire continent. Even if it is the target of the list, no one thinks that he is wronged and has no excuse.

There is no doubt that the credibility of this point is the first in mainland China.

Apart from being curious about Jun Tianshou's intelligence channels, Fengyin never worried that he had killed the wrong person.

"This sword is also time to retire."

Feng Yin caressed the sword in his hand with some cherishing, and there was deep reluctance in his eyes.

The cold light of the sword body trembled slightly, and it seemed that he was reluctant to leave the master.

In the past ten years of his career as a killer, Fengyin's usual weapon is the sword, but the swordsmanship of Juntian's hand-made swordsmanship is basically general;

Using a sword is just the so-called swordsman's dream in a previous life.

But now, at this moment of life and death, Feng Yin already feels that the sword is not very handy.

Sword, a gentleman in a soldier.

But you seem to be...not a gentleman?

Um? Don't let anyone else know this.

Fengyin still worked **** these basic fighting techniques, and his confidence has reached the level of familiarity and ease.

But now the sword in his hand has three gaps.

Tonight, the third enemy was more alert. Although the sneak attack was successful, the opponent responded very quickly. There was even a collision of weapons, which caused further damage to the blade, which made Feng Yin feel even more heartbroken, and the damage degree of the weapons was close to the limit.

"I won't allow you to break on the battlefield."

Fengyin stroked his first sword, as if feeling the spirit of the sword, and murmured: "You have been born and died for me, accompanied by ten years, hard work. ... From tonight, you will be here with me, and take care of the old age. Bar."

The sword body was illuminated by the candlelight, and the dim light flickered, flowing back and forth on the sword body. It seemed that it really had emotion, and it was giving back the wind imprint gently.

It also seemed that he felt guilty and lost for not being able to fight side by side with his master again.

"If there is a chance in the future, I will repair you."

Feng Yin said to Jian, and sighed softly.

Ten years, no friends, no partners, the most intimate, life and death support is this sword.

Although the sword is not a living thing, in Fengyin's heart, it is already his partner.

Even if it wasn't damaged again tonight, the wind seal was reluctant to use it again.

Reuse means breaking.

It may seem ridiculous to others to let the sword live in his hands, but in Fengyin's heart, it is the greatest responsibility to his partner.

He carefully rubbed the long sword with sword oil, and then wrapped the sword carefully with the hides soaked in sword oil and put it away.

Treasure and put away.

Feng Yin sighed, feeling somewhat sentimental in his heart.

Reluctance, and emptiness.

At the same time, it also means that we need to find a way to change weapons.

But that night's harvest was pretty good—

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A faint light flashed along with the iron plate.

The quest reward for the first goal came first: two steamed buns, 10 taels of silver, a low-grade Essence Elixir, a low-grade Yuan Li Dan, and a footwork secret book, Walk with the Wind.

The quest reward content of the second goal is basically the same as the first one, even the footwork is the same as the wind.

"loss."

Fengyin couldn't help sighing in his heart; there were still loopholes in the reward mechanism of Juntian Hand Killer. When he first got the secret manual, he was naturally full of surprises, but when he got the same secret manual later, he was only heartbroken.

These two identical steps, one of which is completely repeated, will become a complete waste product, and it will not be able to be sold.

There are too many Juntian hand killers, these basic footwork and so on have long been rotten...

Finally, the reward for the third mission objective was not given to another copy of Walk with the Wind:

Two steamed buns, twenty taels of silver, a middle-grade Washing Marrow Pill, a middle-grade Yuanli Pill, and a leg technique that turns the legs upside down.

Although the name of this leg method is domineering, it still cannot change the fact that it is an ordinary low-level, and it is better than nothing.

"The benefit of surviving this night is not small, but it is not as good as expected. That is to say, the reward for the third goal is doubled compared to the first two. In terms of being able to counterattack the moment I succeeded in the sneak attack, it is much stronger than the previous two..."

It is dawn.

Fengyin simply used the Spiritual Transformation Sutra to practice, and by the way, he memorized the new legwork and footwork.

It took less than a quarter of an hour before and after, and I had already memorized the contents of the secret book, vividly in my eyes, without any omissions.

"Not only has my aptitude and physique improved, but even my spiritual sense brain has improved. This Spirit Transformation Sutra is really awesome."

"If it was me before, even if I concentrated on it, it would be rare for me to comprehend all the contents of the secret book so quickly, and it's still easy to focus and not be distracted."

Fengyin is very satisfied with the current state.

After this round of cultivation, I was stunned to find that beside the bed, inside the swaddling clothes, a pair of amber-like, beautiful and outrageous blue eyes were watching me curiously and intimately, full of reliance on my heart and soul.

A weak and tender cry, timidly: "Ugh~"

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"pretty!"

Feng Yin was almost lost in the charm of these beautiful eyes, and then there was an inexplicable surprise: "I opened my eyes!"

Fengyin carried the little guy over, first touched his butt, and found that there was no self-contamination, then he was finally relieved, he carried him to the corner bedpan, took the handle, successfully solved the stinky smell, wiped his **** and brought him back.

He focused his eyes on the little guy's beautiful eyes again, he couldn't help but gently pressed his forehead against the small furry forehead, and whispered, "Have you opened your eyes? How can you be so beautiful..."

The little guy made a 'hey huh' and looked at him with wide eyes. He was obedient and clever, and there was no sign of struggle at all.

"What do you want to say?"

"Ugh."

"Huh? One more word?"

"Ugh..."

The little guy finally became impatient, and his four little claws began to move, trying to climb out of the swaddling clothes.

Feng Yin tried to let go of the little guy onto the bed.

The little guy tried his best to prop up his four legs and wanted to stand up, but just as he stood up, he fell on the side.

I couldn't move a centimeter away for a long time.

"Hey, uh, uh..."

The little guy cried.

"What's the matter? Are you hungry?"

So the wind prints started to get muddled again.

This time, I crushed a low-grade Washing Marrow Pill and put it in the gooey.

It's not that Fengyin is reluctant to use the middle grade directly, but after discovering the spiritual effect of the Spiritual Transformation Sutra, Fengyin no longer intends to use this quality of Xisui Dan by himself, but is worried that the small things will be difficult to bear. ,Can not bear.

The thick half-bowl was fed into it. The little guy was tired from eating. He was panting while lying on the palm of Fengyin's palm. His snow-white belly rose and fell slightly. Not moving.

Although I am tired from eating, I am not full.

"I'm going... You've already eaten more than your entire body... You're still not full? The novels of the previous life honestly don't deceive me, the stomachs of high-level monsters are bottomless pits!" Fengyin grinned.

The little guy stretched his neck diligently, his small mouth moved closer to Feng Yin's chest, his pink and tender tongue stretched out, full of desire, and seemed to have a purpose.

The little paw grabbed forward hard: "Ugh..."

Obviously, the life instinct of mammals is driven, this little guy wants to change his food.

"Stop, eat it while you're cultivating... It's useless to eat now."

"I can't breathe it out, ah, ah, ah..."

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[Hey, hey, hey... Where's the ticket? 】