Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Xiao Wu shook her head, having a strange illusion.

"Oh, Zhuqing has a pair of carrots, do you want them?"

"Of course! Fried radish!"

"I won!"

"Ah! Xiao Wu, why do you always win! Did you cheat?" Ning Rongrong held four identical radishes in his hand, wanting to cry but not crying.

She is only one step away from victory!

"Not at all! The victory comes from my keen sense of smelling radishes." Xiao Wu laughed.

"It's just a picture!" Ning Rongrong wanted to punch this bad rabbit to death.

"A paper radish is also a radish!" Xiao Wu retorted.

Zhu Zhuqing's attention was not on the two of them.

Looking out the window, what the hell did he do?

Knife someone out of the shower.

Next, he will use his pair of small hands to make the best quality sword handle!

No matter how good a sword is, if it does not have a qualified handle, it is not much different from a piece of scrap iron.

When the lights are on, the tools and materials that have been prepared are regularly placed.

The main material he prepared is not wood, but a metal with good ductility, recovery, and moderate softness.

A small stove was placed by the table by the blade. He closed the window and covered the window to prevent others from thinking that there was a fire and causing unnecessary trouble.

Anyway, it won't take much time, so he won't be suffocated here, right?

Dao Feng smiled, those who tried to kill him and captured him were unsuccessful. If they were smoked to death, those who tried to kill him but failed would probably cry to death, and those who died in his hands would probably die. crying live.

And those who want to capture him alive should be very sad.

He stroked with a long sword in his hand.

After about half an hour, the metal completely softened.

It's time to get down to business.

To complete the last step.

Open the window, put away the tools, and take out a snow-white towel.

After getting some water, he wanted to clean the blade of his new sword and wipe off the metal powder on it.

He used to have many such swords, but unfortunately most of them were broken in battle.

At the beginning, there will be some pity. After all, most of them are soulless, but they are sentient.

But he got used to it slowly, but he was still used to cleaning the blade after the battle.

Regardless of whether there is blood on it or not, when it is washed, his heart will also return to peace and tranquility.

That was a long time ago.

Now his heart is strong enough, and he no longer needs to use this self-deceiving method to obtain peace of mind.

The four weapons were placed neatly by the blades.

He picked up a sword and stood up.

A set of basic sword tactics was displayed by him.

After stopping, he nodded in satisfaction. It is indeed a master production.

He named it Black Iron, as unpretentious as it is.

Going back to the table, he put away the two black irons, picked up the dagger and waved it a few times, only to see afterimages.

He looked at the sky, only to realize that it was getting late, and most of the lights in the dormitory building opposite were extinguished.

The sky full of stars is still so charming, after a few more glances, Dao Feng is ready to practice.As a [-]-level scumbag, he must work hard and make progress.Just like the little cat across the way who went to the windowsill to blow the air because he couldn't sleep.

Zhu Zhuqing was a little surprised, he turned on the light at this time?

Blade smiled and waved to him.

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to raise his hand, but in the end he just nodded towards that side.

Blade's lips moved slightly, and then left the window sill, and the light went out.

Zhu Zhuqing read out what he said - rest early.

A smile could not help but appear on Zhu Zhuqing's face. She crossed her arms and looked at the blade for a while, then turned her gaze to the vast, mysterious and deep starry sky.

This magnificent starry sky fascinated her, her eyes gradually dimmed, and she couldn't help but recall the peaceful time when she and her sister were lying on the grass slope, gnawing an apple and counting the stars...

"Zhuqing, look quickly, there are shooting stars!"

"Ah? Where? I want to make a wish!"