Zhong Xiutang's depression was so obvious that Bai Lianhua couldn't even turn a blind eye.
While whispering in his heart that the villain is really moody, he still resigned to his fate: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Zhong Xiutang nodded: "Such a simple thank you is too insincere."
Bai Lianhua: "???" What's the matter with the sudden bad feeling
He asked dryly, "Then what do you want?"
At the same time, Zhong Xiutang was also asking himself: Yes, what do I want
—I want you never to leave.
… Could it be useful to bring it up
He stared at Bai Lianhua, his mind moved, and he remembered the clichéd plot between ghosts and humans in the folklore that he had sneered at.
It would be great if... he was a different existence in Bai Lianhua's heart.
Zhong Xiutang suddenly moved closer to Bai Lianhua, and touched his lips... It was a very illusory kiss. Bai Lianhua could see Zhong Xiutang's face right in front of him, and could realize what Zhong Xiutang did to him. Something moves, but nothing actually touches it.
It was like kissing the air, or maybe he was hallucinating himself.
This scene was so weird that Bai Lianhua's eyes widened in surprise, but it was impossible to feel the slightest blush and heartbeat.
Bai Lianhua's innocent appearance immediately made Zhong Xiutang feel as if he had been splashed with cold water, and he couldn't help but back away, and then laughed at himself... How annoying, why is he an evil spirit? It's not as good as those ghosts that can transform into shapes, and can really touch Bai Lianhua.
Zhong Xiutang forcibly suppressed the disgust in his heart towards his identity as an evil spirit. This emotion of disapproval of himself will reduce the concentration of magic energy in him.
It was the same last time. He obviously just wanted to see a better and more satisfying version of himself in Bai Lianhua's eyes, but the end result was that Bai Lianhua was completely lost. Isn't this lesson severe enough
Bai Lianhua wanted to influence him, he wanted to keep Bai Lianhua, and the winning or losing of this game was the presence or absence of the devilish energy in him.
So Bai Lianhua saw that Zhong Xiutang's mood was obviously worse, he even withdrew his body and hid in the Niquan sword.
Bai Lianhua: "???" Kissed out of nowhere, and then ran away after kissing, what kind of operation is this
The person who was frightened is obviously me, okay? Why did you hide the Niquan sword like a ghost
Originally, after being kissed, I was quite confused about what I did when I traveled to this world for the first time. I was able to hold a sword even across races, worrying that I might have a false memory in my mind, and then Villain, you are like this again... This makes me doubt life even more
The system looked desperate, and the voice was as if it was squeezed out of the throat: "Why else... because the villain was hurt by your expression, it's not me, the host, you can't always remember the character design, be a little bit shy Reaction?"
"How do you say there is a poem... the most is the tenderness when you bow your head, like a water lotus flower that can't bear the cool breeze?"
"Shy, host! Jiao shy!"
Bai Lianhua: "..." emmm... are you embarrassing me, Bai Lianhua? Forgive me for not being able to embarrass myself with this supernatural phenomenon.
Didn't say bluntly "You scared me" on the spot, already giving the villain a lot of face, okay
…
Crouching alone in the forest, Bai Lianhua had to admit that it was quite boring.
After a while, he got tired of looking at the scenery, so he simply turned his attention back to Niquanjian.
This sword is now inserted obliquely on the ground. Although it is quiet, the cold blade can still make people see that it is a fierce soldier at a glance.
Well, yes, without the scabbard.
… After all, the Niquan Sword flew out of Lei Kuiliang’s room straight out of its scabbard at that time, and did not go back afterwards—but Bai Lianhua understood that in fact, Zhong Xiutang didn’t care about the scabbard at all. , for various reasons, his scabbard has been changed long ago, I don’t know how many there are. For Zhong Xiutang, the scabbard is never a part of Niquan Sword. He is a long sword that needs to drink blood. The scabbard is for him. Words are just bondage.
But even though the sword looks cold now, without a trace of stains—well, this has to mention another special feature of Niquan Sword, which is that no matter how much blood is splashed on it, it can clean itself as before.
But as long as Bai Lianhua thinks that Niquan sword was stained with the blood of Lei Kuiliang and Wu Hehammer before, he still wants to wipe it... Anyway, idle is idle, why not find something for himself.
Just doing what he said, Bai Lianhua tore off a piece of clean cloth, pulled out the Niquan sword vigorously, and then wiped it gently.
Bai Lianhua was absorbed in what he was doing, and when he was done, he turned around inadvertently, only to find that Zhong Xiutang, who had inexplicably hidden the Niquan sword just now, reappeared at some point, standing behind him for a long time.
Bai Lianhua: "..." Zhong Xiutang is not an evil spirit, but is he going to be a back spirit instead
Zhong Xiutang didn't feel guilty about being discovered, but asked him displeasedly: "What are you wiping? Do you think I was dirty with blood?"
No matter how stupid Bai Lianhua was, she could tell from the villain's tone that she absolutely couldn't say yes, so she had no choice but to pretend to be stupid.
"I'm really sorry. I don't know how much blood has been soaked in my body since the casting. I'm afraid it's already dirty... Even the hilt of the sword you're holding is not very clean."
"Besides, to me, this bloody smell is the most delicious."
He has long been used to this.
The previous masters liked the blood-stained appearance of the Niquan sword the most, thinking that only in this way can the magnificent reputation of this magical weapon be revealed, and some people even deliberately soaked the Niquan sword with the blood of the enemy.
He was originally such an evil sword, stained with countless blood stains.
But Bai Lianhua didn't answer for a long time... This made Zhong Xiutang feel restless, and he laughed mockingly: "If you mind, just throw it away again."
However, after throwing it away, whether you can completely get rid of me is another matter.
—If he is really abandoned for the second time, even Zhong Xiutang is not sure what he will do.
Bai Lianhua remained silent, he found that he seemed to have discovered a knot in Zhong Xiutang's heart by accident.
After a long time, he asked aloud; "You said before that I am your only master, does this still count?"
Zhong Xiutang sneered: "Why do you think of asking this? Of course it counts for me."
—But not necessarily for you... I'm afraid you don't want to be my master anyway.
"That's good." Bai Lianhua paused, and resumed the unhurried wiping motion on his hands, then raised his head and continued to ask Zhong Xiutang: "Just now you said that I think blood is dirty, but what about you, do you think blood is dirty? Dirty or not?"
Zhong Xiutang was stunned, unable to understand the logic of Bai Lianhua's words, but still replied: "Dirty and dazzling."
Bai Lianhua was thoughtful, and then asked an unexpected question: "Then is my blood dirty too?"
"... not dirty."
Zhong Xiutang thought in a daze, after getting along for so long, he still doesn't know Bai Lianhua's character? If his blood is also dirty, then there will be no clean people in this world.
He laughed almost maliciously: "Not only is it not dirty, but it is very pure. Although I haven't experienced it myself, it must be very different."
"Ah, by the way, maybe it also has the function of purification. Isn't it written in the scriptures you humans make up?"
However, beyond Zhong Xiutang's imagination, Bai Lianhua was nodding.
Calmly and without any hesitation, he picked up the wiped Niquan Sword and scratched his arm deeply, and then pressed the Niquan Sword's body against his wound, letting the oozing blood cover the side of the Niquan Sword. blade.
Zhong Xiutang was furious, but found that he couldn't stop it. He had just personally admitted the identity of Bai Lianhua's master again, and it was the time when the power of the oath was strongest. When Bai Lianhua held the Niquan sword in his hand, he could not resist any action of his master.
Bai Lianhua looked at him calmly: "Okay, now there are my bloodstains on it."
"It's not the blood of an enemy, it's the blood of the master you recognize, not dirty."
"Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to have any purifying effect."
— No, there are.
Zhong Xiutang looked dazed, Niquanjian had killed many people, he thought he was used to the feeling of cutting flesh and blood... But this is different.
This was the first time he had truly felt the temperature of Bai Lianhua's flesh and blood, but it seemed that he had thrown his sword back into the forge, and it was being roasted by the flames, and it was about to be melted into molten iron and disappear completely.
It's too hot, the temperature of Bai Lianhua's blood is really too hot.
Zhong Xiutang didn't know if he had been purified, but he did feel the feeling of his flesh and blood falling apart as if being peeled off layer by layer.
He wanted to approach Bai Lianhua to heal him. But it's useless, he is an evil spirit, he only has a devilish aura, but he is the only one who can't heal.
The only body that can really touch Bai Lianhua is a human weapon, and it has just hurt Bai Lianhua, and the closer it is, the more it will hurt him.
He should be thankful, at least Bai Lianhua didn't stab his heart with the Niquan sword just now.
Zhong Xiutang couldn't help hating his identity as an evil sword and evil spirit—never felt like this moment that Bai Lianhua was the sharpest sword in the world, cutting him to pieces.
With a hoarse voice, he repeated what he said in his heart: "It's useful, it's very useful."
With a trembling body, he just looked at Bai Lianhua for a long time, and finally he was completely defeated and stumbled back into the sword.
This time, the Niquan sword did not wipe off the blood as quickly as before, and the whole sword still maintained the appearance of being covered in blood, and it looked more like an evil sword than before.
Bai Lianhua brushed it with his hand, and then he was puzzled—his blood stains on the sword couldn't be wiped off.