Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

The Edo period in Japan was a country of samurai. She had stayed in Japan for a while and met some elderly people. Although those old people could no longer hold swords, they were real samurai.

Their bushido and warrior spirit shocked her.

It is also their spirit of not giving up bushido and soul even if they die, that keeps Bailu from giving up halfway on the road of king's blood.

Qiuyue glanced at Bailu blankly, and suddenly laughed loudly: "That's right, you are indeed a woman who can drink my wine. Woman... From now on, you will be my man."

"Are you kidding me, you want me to marry you, an old monster who has lived for thousands of years? What are you daydreaming about?" Bailu said lightly.

Everyone roared with laughter, Qiuyue was silent, and a sly light flashed in her narrowed peach eyes.

"It's been so long, I should go too." Egret said flatly.

"Egret..." Han Ning frowned, and a gleam of reluctance flashed in her eyes.

Uncle Liu took a few steps forward. He pursed his lips and looked at Bai Lu, and then said, "Bai Lu, may I ask which school your refining tool belongs to? Are you emotional or not?"

Egret raised his eyebrows, and there were circles of ripples in his calm eyes, "Someone with feelings."

If it was before that, she might say that she has no feelings, because except for the peach hairpin, all the weapons she refined before have no feelings, they are purely weapons for fighting.

But after refining the Peach Blossom Hairpin, she realized that the weapons she refined contained everything but feelings...

"In that case."

Uncle Liu and everyone looked at each other, and after they all laughed, more than half of them knelt down in front of the egret.

Bai Lu was taken aback, and quickly said: "What are you doing, I can't afford such a big gift."

"Yes, Uncle Liu, what's the matter with you?"

Han Ning frowned, and looked at a group of old men and women who suddenly knelt down to the egret in a nonchalant manner!

Uncle Liu knelt on the ground, he raised his head, stared at the egret with cloudy eyes, and after a while, he said: "For so many years, people in the world have said that the craftsman is extinct, but it is not, as long as someone becomes a craftsman talent, will be taken away by the ruthless faction."

Qiuyue Qingkong turned her head sideways and narrowed her eyes to watch Bailu take a few steps forward, followed by Uncle Liu's words, and said: "So the world thinks that craftsmen are extinct, and it is difficult for us to find talented craftsmen. Of course , if we want to go out to look for it, maybe we have just left this Xuxiang town, and the elders of the ruthless faction will send someone to kill us..."

Bai Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, unexpectedly, there are so many secrets in the crafting clan.

It turned out that a battle thousands of years ago was an internal strife among the craftsmen.

"So, Egret..."

Qiuyue Qingkong patted the black kimono on her body, and suddenly knelt down in front of Bailu, "Since you know our country of warriors, you should also know the existence of warrior souls. Since I knelt down, it shows our sincerity. "

"Since you are a sentimental craftsman, please go to Wuxiang Village in the Panlong Space to participate in the crafting competition. But..." Qiuyue Qingkong pursed her lips, "If those craftsmen know about your existence , I’m afraid I’ll kill you before participating in the competition.”

"So, you have to think about it. Going this way will definitely be full of traps... If you don't want to accept this mission, we won't have any complaints." Qiuyue Qingkong raised her eyes and looked at Bailu steadfastly.