When Chu Qianxun followed Le Chang and the others into the lively street, he looked back.
Ye Peitian didn't follow, he stopped and stood alone in the shadow of the arcade.
In front of him was a world with bright lights and loud voices. He was standing in the darkest corner. The thin and lonely figure was like a ghost living in the dark for a long time, afraid of the fireworks in the world.
Chu Qianxun felt an impulse, turned around, stretched out his hand and pulled him out.
The crowd was a little crowded, Chu Qianxun walked in front, and Ye Peitian slowly followed behind. There were warm yellow lights on both sides of the road, and there were constantly people pressing past on their shoulders.
Some are soldiers who have returned from the battlefield, returned to the safe base, relaxed, and huddled with their comrades on the shoulders and talked loudly.
Chasing playful children, swimming past adults like fish, and joking away.
There was a couple walking in front of them. In the night market at the beginning of Hua Deng, two young people were head-to-head, holding hands, walking affectionately.
Chu Qianxun realized that she had been holding Ye Peitian's hand for too long, she was a little embarrassed and was about to let go, but her fingers were suddenly clenched by Ye Peitian.
Chu Qianxun turned his head in surprise, looking at Ye Peitian behind him with a flustered expression, as if he was facing a great enemy, but the strength of his grip on her hand did not relax, so that Chu Qianxun even felt a little pain.
Thinking of the inhuman abuse that this man had endured, and the days he spent in confinement in the desert, Chu Qianxun's heart softened.
Forget it, he must be very uncomfortable here. Since he wants to, he can hold him.
They came to the West Alley introduced by Le Chang.
There are fewer people here and the lights are dim. Occasionally, at the entrances of those dark alleys, a few people who rely on betrayal for a living can be seen. These people were women and men. Their eyes turned around Chu Qianxun and Ye Peitian who walked into the alley, and when they saw the hands they were shaking, they turned their eyes away in disinterest.
The long alley is very quiet, and most people are reluctant to light the lights. There is only a regular metal knocking sound from a messy iron shop with lights on.
In the shop, a stocky man in his fifties was forging a long sword with his shirt on. This person is the forging master introduced by Le Chang, Lao Guo, who has the third-order forging ability.
When he saw a guest coming, he didn't lift his head, focused on suspending a mass of cyan demon body that dissolved into liquid in the air, condensed a little bit into the dark sword in his hand, and repeatedly hammered it with an iron hammer until it was pitch black. The lightless sword was evenly covered with cyan lines, and he barely stopped.
Lao Guo wiped off his sweat with a dirty and black towel, then picked up a few pieces of demon body that had been randomly thrown on the counter, "Tell me, what are you going to fight?"
"I would like to ask you to temper these knives, and then hit a one-handed sword." Chu Qianxun put her two knives on the counter. These silver knives accompanied her for a long time, and the blades were covered with tiny pieces of silver knives. The cracked gap is no longer usable.
Lao Guo picked it up and looked at it carefully, flicked the knife with his finger, and listened to the sound of the knife echoing in the air, then shook his head, "It's only a third-order magic weapon, if you take it with you every day Slashing monsters of the fifth or sixth rank, no matter how well you practice, you will only be ruined sooner or later."
The level of blacksmiths' level is not only reflected in their rank. Those high-level blacksmiths that the big guilds have piled up with demons may not necessarily be able to create real artifacts. Lao Guo's words let Chu Qianxun know that this is an expert in forging weapons.
She took a large bundle of dark silver thread from her backpack,
Lao Guo's eyes lit up at once, and he quickly took it over, fondling the seemingly inconspicuous silk threads back and forth. If a forger wants to improve his level, he needs to keep in touch with the demon body of high-level forging. However, there are very few high-level saints in White Horse Town, and it has always been difficult for him to come into contact with demons above the fifth order. This is a very depressing thing for this man who is obsessed with smelting and forging.
"This is the silver thread that the sixth-order Soul Eater spit out after going crazy? Haha, okay, great, I've always wanted to smelt this level of silver thread once. Come on, what do you want me to do?"
"I want to cover my eyes and wear light armor." Chu Qianxun pushed Ye Peitian forward, "Just do it according to his body shape."
"The little girl still has some knowledge. The silver thread of this Soul Eater is the most suitable for covering the eyes. It's a waste to make light armor." Lao Guo got his favorite demon body and became very talkative, "It's just these six It is not easy to smelt the things of the rank monster, it will take a few days, if you are not worried about this material, you can stay here for a few days with me.”
The so-called blindfold is a kind of armor made of a special demon body and worn on the eyes. Wearing this kind of magic weapon, others will not be able to see the upper half of the wearer's face, but the wearer can clearly see it from the inside. See what's outside. In addition to protecting the face and eyes in battle, its biggest role is to defend or weaken the attacks of spiritual saints.
Of course, Chu Qianxun's main purpose was to create an armor for Ye Peitian that could cover his face and would not be easily damaged in battle.
Guo Tiejiang lived in a courtyard behind the iron shop. There were a lot of people living in the compound, including all three religions and nine styles. Ironsmith Guo put away the utility room next to him, put two benches against the wall, put up a few bed boards, and threw a set of bedding. He felt very attentive and thoughtful.
"The kitchen is in the yard and is shared. If you want to use water, turn left and walk 500 meters from the door. There is a well where you can line up to fetch water. The utensils in the house can be used casually."
The two young people brought a sixth-order demon body that he rarely came into contact with, and the forging fee was also sufficient, so he had always had a bad temper, so he reluctantly changed his attitude.
"Sit and don't move, I'll go get some water first." Chu Qianxun, considering that Ye Peitian's injuries had not yet healed, pressed him to the bedside, carried two buckets and went out.
"Little brother, your daughter-in-law is a good one. You know how hot and cold you are." Lao Guo stretched out his big fan-like hand and patted Ye Peitian's shoulder, "If you want me to tell you, a mother-in-law must be like Xiao Chu. She looks like a mother-in-law. No matter where she goes, she will serve her men closely first. Unlike the women today, who think they have some superpowers, they don't put men in their eyes, and they don't even know how to eat. Do it, don't ask for it."
He was talking here, but he saw this young man who had been cold since he came here, took out an old cloth from the backpack he was carrying, shook it and tied it around his waist, then took out a bag of white flour from the backpack and put it in the In a basin, he picked it up and walked out. When he reached the door, he seemed to remember something, turned to face Lao Guo,
"Is there any seasoning?"
At dinner time, a unique fragrance of noodles wafted in the whole yard, which attracted the returning residents to look at Lao Guo's door, wondering how the home of the scruffy Guo Tiejiang could even be able to do it. The smell of such a meal came out.
Lao Guo held a bowl of noodles, squatted on the threshold, eating with tears in his eyes,
"Hey horse, little brother, you are too talented. These days, if you cook this noodle for me three times, I will not charge you for the forging fee."
"Uncle Guo, don't be polite to us. I'll go buy some good food tomorrow and let Lin Fei show you a hand." Chu Qianxun replied with a smile.
Ye Peitian's name is inconvenient to tell the public. When Chu Qianxun suggested that he use a pseudonym, he cut out half of the characters Chu and Pei, and made up the two characters Lin Fei. Fortunately, Chu Qianxun didn't think much about it, so he secretly used this title with a little joy.
At night, Chu Qianxun didn't let Ye Peitian move any more, he heated hot water to take care of him to wash, and even changed the medicine for his wounds.
Since the melee in the desert, the two have been on the run for several days, and this is the first time they have settled down. Although the living environment is simple, but finally in a safe base, there is a hut that shelters from the wind and rain, and there is no need to sleep in the wilderness all night to be alert to those monsters that appear at any time.
With a lamp in his hand, Chu Qianxun checked Ye Peitian's injuries.
"It's amazing. Such a serious injury will heal in a few days. What about the neck?"
Ye Peitian was lying on the bed on his side, looking at the flickering candlelight on the wall in front of him, a shadow bent down and overlapped with his shadow on the wall.
A warm breath blew onto the skin of his neck, the man's fingers rubbed back and forth on the shackles, and even squeezed into the collar, carefully touching the inside of it. That numb itchy touch, from time to time inadvertently touched the most sensitive part of his neck.
Ye Peitian's fingers quietly clenched the quilt on the bed.
Chu Qianxun studied the shackles around Ye Peitian's neck. This circle of thin shackles looks inconspicuous, but it comes from the genius of Xin Ziming's weapon design. It has lethal lethality and is extremely difficult to untie.
She lowered her body, stared at this difficult problem and pondered,
In front of her eyes, the matte black collar was locked on the white neck. Well, the neckline was very beautiful. Above the black collar, the Adam's apple rolled back and forth with her gaze, and the bottom was clear and sexy. clavicle.
A layer of glowing rosy color radiated from the pale skin under the black collar, extending all the way up in her line of sight, and even the auricle that was facing away from her turned red.
Chu Qianxun coughed and put away the gaze that he had accidentally stared at for too long.
She found two benches to put together and jumped on to make do with one night.
Ye Peitian half sat up from the bed.
"You sleep, you sleep." Chu Qianxun quickly waved his hand to interrupt what he was about to say, "I can sleep anywhere."
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Ye Peitian knew that he was in a dream.
He found himself imprisoned again on the operating table that appeared in his nightmares from time to time. There was endless nothingness all around, and a pale light from nowhere hit him.
A person in a white coat walked out of the darkness, holding a terrifying instrument in his hand, and approached the operating table. The darkness enveloped her face and she could not see her face clearly.
Ye Peitian closed his eyes and waited for himself to break free from the pain of the nightmare.
A pair of warm and familiar hands gently stroked his hair.
Ye Peitian suddenly opened his eyes and saw the person standing by the bed. The man was holding a sharp knife and looked at him indifferently and ruthlessly. The cold blade cut through the clothes and touched his skin.
"Chihiro?" His heart suddenly became frightened. "No, Chihiro, don't do this to me. I'll give you whatever you want."
Those hands caressed his cheeks and went down his neck, the man lowered his body, got close to his face, and whispered in his ear,
"Give me your whole being.",