There's No Witch I Can't Wash

Lin Xinnuo was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Lin Ye when he spoke.

"It, it said it wants your blood, as long as it has your blood, it is willing to go back."

"Tell it, it's okay to want blood, and obediently be controlled by you, and completely recognize you as its master."

He was not surprised by this answer, but Lin Xinnuo, who was the speaker of the words, looked even weirder.

Although it is said that the magic weapon is psychic, some powerful artifacts have their own consciousness more or less, and will autonomously find their own masters, and some weapons with more fierce and evil spirits will also affect their masters.

But that's not to say that the weapon can speak in the ear of the owner. Most of those crazy people are confused by fierce and evil spirits, and they fall into madness and then have hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

And now that he has such a talking sword in his hand, it will undoubtedly blow Lin Xinnuo's three views to pieces.

She didn't know whether the sword in her hand was talking, but it did convey its meaning and thoughts to herself.

It's okay to let it go back to sleep obediently, give it Lin Ye's blood.

If the blood can be provided on a regular basis, it is also fine to borrow its power temporarily.

Not only did he talk, the sword also began to bargain with himself.

This... is this really a sword?

Lin Xinnuo tried to convey the message that Lin Ye asked him to convey, and then she felt a wave of contempt.

He didn't answer whether he would like it or not, but there was no doubt that the sword was despising him.

Lin Xinnuo couldn't say a word for a long time, because he was disgusted by a sword?

"Well, what is its answer?"

"It...it seems unwilling."

"Don't want to?"

Lin Ye raised his eyebrows, the dreamy color on his palm gradually faded, and along with this process, the sword in Lin Xinnuo's hand became more and more out of control.

"Don't toast, don't eat fine wine, just give me a weapon that looks like a weapon honestly, if it's too much, I have plenty of ways to turn you into a pile of scrap metal!"

After uttering such threatening words, the purple halo on Lin Ye's chest became more and more intense, and finally spread along the man's chest to his palm.

It seemed that Lin Xinnuo had sensed the existence of another power with the same root as his own, and the sword in Lin Xinnuo's hand became more and more restless.

The fierce soldiers and the holy soldiers are natural enemies, but it doesn't mean that the fierce soldiers and the holy soldiers can live in harmony. These unruly weapons have never been convinced by anyone.

However, Xueqi didn't take a long time to be subdued. After all, compared with the other party, he has not had a master for hundreds of years.

Even if there is a temporary master now, the strength of this master is really too weak, which belongs to the level that a weak self can't move at all.

It's not like the one on the opposite side, who recognizes picking stars as the main thing, and has the star power of a master picking stars every day.

Ah... I am really envious of Jian.

Recalling his tragic experience in the past hundreds of years, Xueqi couldn't help but feel sad.

Not only did he lose his master, he also lost his master's strength and the accumulation of blood, and he was also drenched all over by the stench of blood that came from nowhere.

Blood Cry does like blood very much, but it is very picky about blood. The method of Hidden Sword Villa is like opening its mouth to pour blood. It is strange that it can be happy.

Every time it has to get rid of the blood dripping on its own body, over time, even the sword platform below itself is completely stained red from the inside out.

So when he discovered Lin Xinnuo, the blood descendant of his former master, what Xueqi didn't even think about was to recognize him as the master.

As long as it can lead itself to escape from the dark underground, it doesn't care about anything else.Anyway, the master or something can be changed in the future. Human life is so short, it passes in the blink of an eye.

Although it can't get the strength and blood of its new master, it is still happy to fish without exerting any effort. Occasionally, it can come out to do something when it wants blood, which is great.

But the formal recognition of the master is different. The formal recognition of the master means that Lin Xinnuo can use its power at will.Even if it wants blood, the other party can ignore it.

But if you think about it now, if you can get the blood and star power of the star-strike masters on a regular basis, this deal will not be a loss. After all, the star-level masters are not so easy to find.

After weighing it for a while, Xueqi was very happy.The long sword intertwined with blood and black flashed a faint halo, and then attached to Lin Xinnuo's body again, turning into a sword pattern.

The girl still looked a little dazed, she gently stroked her chest, felt the message from the sword, and didn't know what to say at all.

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"Well... what's the situation now?"

Lin Ye was taken aback for a moment, he could feel that the unique aura belonging to the fierce soldier had faded, this sword... seemed to be cowardly?

"It said that it agreed, and now it will accept the master if you give it blood. It also said that you should not play tricks, and provide it with blood at least once a month in the future."

Lin Xinnuo muttered like this, with a strange expression on his face, this sword...is too lacking in position and principles, right?The girl could feel that she was about to lose control of the sword for a moment just now, but all of a sudden this feeling disappeared.

Then slowly all the restless power calmed down, and this sword also turned into a pattern on his body again.

But that didn't end there, and what followed was a deep emptiness as if something important had been lost.

The pale girl involuntarily pressed her chest, then staggered and almost fell down.

Lin Ye hurriedly supported the other party's body nervously, and spoke with a concerned face.

"How is it, are you alright?"

"No...it's okay, it's just that I don't feel comfortable with it."

She raised her head and tried her best to show a smile at the man. Although she was mentally prepared, when the power was completely lost, the girl still couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.