Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 767
Sensing Lie Jiuqing's gaze, Huayi tightened the corners of her lips and fiddled with the sword tassel with her fingertips.

"I'm used to it, but if I don't wear it, it feels weird."

The black sword with orange spikes makes the painting feel a bit ostentatious.

She wanted to take it off, but Lie Jiuqing quickly held her back, "I don't think it's weird, I think it looks pretty."

In his past life, Lie Jiuqing had never seen paintings with such bright colors, and the more he looked at them, the more beautiful they became.

"Don't tell me, Xianyue is quite good at giving away things."

Huayi nodded sincerely, "It's a good thing."

Both the length and the weight of the sword spike are very satisfactory in terms of the painting. Except for the color, which is really eye-catching, just like Xianyue himself, it is very eye-catching.

Huayi's eyes are very clean and her emotions are very single. When she is not killing people, she seems to have no desire or desire. She doesn't feel happy or tired of looking at the sword spike, but she will keep looking at it for a long time without knowing what she is thinking.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Lie Jiuqing couldn't help but frown as the person who sent Wangyue didn't come.

When she was about to leave, a figure hurried over.

"Mr. Rong, I'm late here. I hope I didn't delay your business."

The visitor was covered in rainwater and stood outside the door without coming in. Instead, he handed her the package containing Mochizuki.

Lie Jiuqing had seen the person in front of him before. He was the one who killed the enemy together last time. His face was not good and he had internal injuries.

Throwing a bottle of medicine over casually, Lie Jiuqing sat down and put Wang Yue together piece by piece.

The visitor stopped talking several times, but Lie Jiuqing said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Can you finish watching the moon completely?"

His voice was hoarse and he was very tired, "Young Master An is used to using Moon Moon, but he is not very comfortable with other weapons." He seemed to want to say something more, but stopped abruptly when he reached his mouth, "I don't mean anything else, just I'm worried that Master An won't be used to it and will be at a loss if something happens."

Lie Jiuqing took Mo Huai's Xiang Le and originally planned to fix Wang Yue directly. "I heard earlier that your Mo family will participate in the war in the city. Is Song Jian leading the team?"

The visitor was startled, as if he didn't expect Lie Jiuqing to talk about this. He nodded, "Yes."

Now, the battle outside the city has started. The enemy's young general is very powerful. Song Ji'an was injured today.

"It's amazing."

Even though Song Jian looked like an ordinary person, it couldn't change the fact that he was mentally retarded. After fixing Wang Yue, she took out the three ring-shaped carved locks from a dark iron black box on the side and installed them on the bow. At both ends and in the center, a slightly silvery bowstring was taken out and installed.

Lie Jiuqing quickly installed it, weighed it, and handed Wangyue over.

The visitor originally went to take it with one hand, but his body was covered and he staggered. He quickly used his internal strength to hold it steady with both hands.

"Master Rong, how come the moon is so heavy?"

"The iron used in these three places is Wushan Black Iron, which is as big as a fist and weighs a thousand gold."

Lie Jiuqing explained briefly, and then said: "Tell Song Ji'an that Wangyue is too complicated. If the modification takes a long time, ranging from forty days to a hundred days, he may not be able to cope with the winter war. Now I only do auxiliary weight gain. If he doesn't like it, let him find Mo Huai. With his skill, he can easily take it off without hurting Mochizuki himself."

She handed him the dark iron box, "There are thirteen arrows in it, which were given to him by the old man who cared about him."

When Chu Wei sent someone to deliver it, he said that it had been cast a long time ago, but he had never found a chance to give it to Wangyue's owner. Now he has a chance.

The visitor's throat rolled, he took it respectfully, and solemnly said: "Thank you, Mr. Rong."

When he passed by, Lie Jiuqing picked up the Xuanji sword and said softly: "Huayi, let's go."

(End of this chapter)