The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

She also wants to be as awesome as her senior brother!!!

If she was as powerful as her senior brother, then if she met someone who wanted to steal her things in the future, she could kill them herself!

Soon, the night sky was torn apart by the brilliance of the divine weapon.

A dazzling beam of light pierced the sky, illuminating the bright red sea of ​​corpses. Countless people in the distance watched with envy, but no one dared to step forward.

The magic weapon broke free from the forging room, making a crisp buzzing sound.

It originally planned to tear through the magic circle in the forge room and escape directly. Yue Peihui was ready to catch it!

As a result, the sword, which was so cold that it made people feel that they would be stabbed if they got a little closer to it, suddenly turned in the air.

Stopped in front of Chu Bainiao.

Chu Bainiao looked at it in surprise and nervousness, feeling a little at a loss!

The long sword hummed impatiently, sending out an invisible urging.

Yue Peihui floated down and said softly: "Hold the palm of your hand from the hilt of the sword, let the blade cut your hand, hold it and slide it all the way to the tail of the sword."

Chu Bainiao did as he was told without any hesitation. The moment his palm approached the magic sword, he felt a tingling pain. This pain was not only in the body, but also in the soul!

She endured the pain and grasped the sword!

With a hard pull, the piercing pain that penetrated deep into the brain spread from the palm to the whole body!

Chu Bainiao shuddered, and her body began to spasm and tremble uncontrollably, but she held the sword tightly and refused to let go!

Yue Peihui's expression was gentle and appreciative. "Niao Niao did a good job. Be good, let it suck your blood. When it has sucked enough, it will escape into your Dantian. You should nourish it well."

Chu Bainiao frowned in extreme pain, feeling that all the blood in his body was rushing towards the wound on his palm.

The sword was drinking her blood tirelessly like a monster. As the blood in her body became less and less, her face became paler and paler, and the panic in her heart grew greater and greater!

Could this sword suck her dry?

She wouldn't be sucked to death by this sword, right?

But her senior brother didn't call for a stop, so she carried on out of trust in him.

At this time, Bai Jin, who was knocked unconscious by the hilt of the successfully refined magic sword, just walked out of the weapon refining room.

After he came out, he frowned fiercely and shouted, "Yue Peihui, you stinky boy! You killed so many people again!"

Yue Peihui's heart tightened when he heard Bai Jin's words, but he felt relieved when he saw that Chu Bainiao did not show any fear.

Bai Jin's eyes fell on Chu Bainiao and he asked in surprise, "They signed the contract so quickly?"

You should know that divine weapons are often unruly. They prefer to roam freely in the world rather than recognize their masters. Therefore, it is an extremely difficult thing for each divine weapon to recognize its master!

Some people will always follow the divine soldiers, eat and sleep with them for hundreds of years. When the divine soldiers are tired, they will agree reluctantly. However, this requires that they have strong personal strength.

After all, divine soldiers will not be polite, they will really kill if they say so. If you don't have the strength or talent, using this move is tantamount to seeking death.

Most of them were subdued by force, like Yue Peihui. When he subdued the magic weapon, he bent the sword with force before the magic weapon let go.

After the contract was signed, they were sent to Baijin for rework, and both the people and the weapons suffered a lot.

But Bai Jin believed that the reason why the divine soldier refused to recognize Yue Peihui was definitely not because Yue Peihui lacked talent, but because Yue Peihui was too murderous, so murderous that staying next to him was like being in a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Given the circumstances, it would be strange that the divine soldier would be willing to follow him.

But Chu Bainiao is different. She carries part of the luck of a country. She has never killed anyone since she was a child. Since she started practicing, she has enjoyed the best resources in Yue Peihui's hands.

His talent was so terrifying, and so pure, that the divine weapon actually took the initiative to recognize its master.

Yue Peihui raised her chin proudly towards Bai Jin, "That's right! Don't you see whose junior sister she is!"

When Chu Bainiao was about to give up, the magic weapon finally absorbed enough blood, and the blood on the sword slowly disappeared, revealing its original appearance.

After a buzzing sound, the magic weapon disappeared, and Chu Bainiao noticed that a long sword was floating in his dantian.

Seeing that the contract was successful, Yue Peihui immediately handed over a spiritual fruit that could replenish Qi and blood, picked up Chu Bainiao by the waist, and sat her aside.

He asked with concern, "Eat some fruit to replenish your blood. How do you feel now? Are you okay?"

Chu Bainiao weakly held the fruit and took several bites. The spiritual fruit melted in her mouth. The unique spiritual energy of the fruit flowed through her limbs and began to nourish her body.

Chu Bainiao's face was visibly red. After she caught her breath, she held the remaining half of the fruit and nodded, "Don't worry, brother. I'm fine."

Bai Jin's eyes fell on the rare spiritual fruit and he shook his head again, thinking that Yue Peihui was really rich.

Seeing that Chu Bainiao was indeed fine, Yue Peihui looked at Bai Jin, "Bai Jin, I owe you a favor for this matter. If you need me in the future, send someone to Piao Miao Sect to let me know."

Bai Jin didn't refuse and nodded directly.

That night, everyone on the island went out together to salvage the body parts and put them into the incinerator.

The various Qiankun bags and space rings of the dead were piled up into a spire, which was recorded and distributed by Bai Jin's seven disciples.

Yue Peihui didn't care about those things. Those things were not even in his eyes.

After Chu Bainiao had a good rest, Yue Peihui took her directly back to the sect.

On the flying magic weapon, Chu Bainiao took out the magic weapon curiously and held it in his arms to look at it.

After the magic weapon recognized its master, its aura and sharpness were greatly reduced. Even if the master reached out to touch the blade, the magic weapon would not actively scratch the master's skin.

Chu Bainiao asked: "Brother, is your sword also a magic weapon?"

Yue Pei nodded and summoned out his own natal sword.

The long sword with a bloody smell appeared sharp in the moonlight. It had fought in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and it had a terrifying aura.

Chu Bai Niao did not touch the sword, but asked: "Brother, have you also been hunted by many people before? Just like what happened just now."

"Are there many people coming to steal my things?"

"Yes," Yue Pei's memory was gradually pulled back to the past, "It was Bai Jin who forged the sword for me in the beginning. The fine iron used in forging the sword was all obtained by me desperately in various secret realms."

"On the day the magic weapon was born, all the disciples from the major sects and the elders from the major families came to snatch it. As weapon refiners, Bai Jin and his friends would naturally not be attacked."

“And I became the target of public criticism.”

Chu Bainiao felt a little distressed. The reason why a magic weapon is called a magic weapon is because it is too precious. His senior brother had put all that effort into getting a magic weapon, but now he has gained countless benefits by relying on him.

She stretched out her small hand and placed it on the back of Yue Peihui's hand.

Chu Bainiao's palms are not soft. Due to years of sword practice, there is a thick layer of calluses on the palms.

But it was very heartwarming. It was the first time that Yue Peihui felt the sadness and heartache for herself from others after her master's death.