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"Fei Yu...your tail?"

Yan Qing's eyes trembled as he walked forward and looked at the blood-stained bandage, feeling inexplicably panicked.

He had already thought of something, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and his whole body tensed unconsciously.

"Just a few scales pulled out."

"The blacksmith at the Gongzaosi said this is a top-quality material and will definitely be made into a top-quality sword."

"But it takes some time, some time. Can you wait a little longer? Just one month, Yanqing." Yannian fell to the ground weakly, forcing a smile. "One month."

"Then I won't have to swing my broken little wooden sword."

Yannian closed his eyes. Even though he used the system to block the pain, he still lost a lot of blood.

The scales were tightly attached to the flesh, and every time a piece was torn off, blood would gush out.

He was still a child, and if it weren't for Yannian's strong will, he would have fainted after pulling out a few pieces.

"Feathers, scales?"

"Why do you do this? I never..." Yan Qing picked up Fei Yu and was about to say this when he suddenly froze.

He never thought about it?

No, he thought.

When they first met, he thought that such beautiful scales would make a perfect sword.

But... when he noticed that the little mermaid was looking into his eyes, he met that gaze, blue eyes, the color closest to the sea.

It’s really beautiful, Yanqing showed a sincere smile.

It was a fleeting thought.

When Jingyuan told him that Feiyu was looking forward to forming a relationship with him, he did not resist, but was also looking forward to it.

He was alone, and although the general took good care of him, he was usually busy with government affairs, and the sword was his companion the most.

If there were flying feathers, his sword and heart would also be dyed with the blue that belongs only to each other, and he would be calm and far-sighted.

But after the relationship broke down, he lost his patience and said angrily, "Why hurt those innocent people?"

"Did they do anything to you?"

Every time this happened, Feiyu would beat him up.

Once, Feiyu even wanted to attack the child, but Yanqing stopped him in time.

Fei Yu asked him coldly, "Yan Qing, why did you give me such a warm smile when you first met me?"

"Hehe, it's only because your scales are suitable for making swords, otherwise I wouldn't be smiling at you." Yan Qing snorted coldly. He was so angry that he had lost his composure.

That time, Feiyu almost killed him.

The cold and sharp sickle was close to the neck, and blood slowly flowed along the blade, staining the fair skin red.

However, the sickle did not move forward, but just gently pressed against it. In the end, Feiyu left alone without saying a word.

And he still appeared when Feiyu was about to kill someone to stop him.

"Fei Yu, I just hate you hurting people."

"But I…I never meant to actually hurt you."

"there has never been."

Yan Qing cried and ran towards Dandingsi. After handing the person over to Bai Lu, he hurried away.

Yannian was wondering what Yanqing was doing outside.

According to common sense, I shouldn't stay by his side at this time.

Bai Lu carefully treated his wounds, cursing as she did so, "Fei Yu, how come you've lost your memory? Your brain isn't working very well either. Why are you plucking your own scales?"

"I should have kept you here."

"The wound is so deep that even if it heals, it will only leave a scar. She was such a beautiful mermaid."

After wrapping a new bandage, Bai Lu left the room.

After a long time, Yan Qing's anxious voice was heard outside the door.

"Healer Bailu, I got all of Feiyu's scales back."

"Can you put it back on?"

"I really, really—"

Other than that, not knowing what to do, Yan Qing held the bag of scales with a broken expression. It wasn't very heavy, but he felt his hands had no strength.

If the sword he used was made of this, he would rather not wield a sword anymore.

"Yanqing...how is this possible?" Bai Lu opened her mouth, not knowing how to tell this child who was only about eight years old.

"Go check out Feiyu, but his tail is covered in scars."

"Maybe I'll have to wear bandages from now on."

After saying this, Bai Lu left, leaving Yan Qing standing alone at the door.

Yanqing didn't dare to go in. He regretted not believing that Feiyu had really lost his memory.

He regretted treating Feiyu coldly, which led to Feiyu going to the factory to buy a sword for him, which led to the current situation.

"Cough cough..." A faint coughing sound was heard in the room.

Yanqing opened the door. Yannian sat up and looked at Yanqing holding the bag. He called out softly, "Yanqing."

Yannian recognized at a glance that it was the bag containing his scales.

Is Yanqing stupid? The master from the Industrial Manufacturing Department really said that this is a peerless material, as long as the subsequent smelting, forging, quenching, tempering, polishing and assembly are done properly.

Then an unprecedented and unparalleled sword will be born.

It is even expected to surpass the historical work of Zhu Mingxianzhou - Ying Xing.

Yannian was helpless. Although it was an obvious opportunity to become stronger, Yanqing did not cherish it.

If it were him, he would definitely be full of anticipation, and at most feel guilty afterwards.

And doesn’t Yan Qing really want to use his scales to forge a sword?

Just as Yannian was thinking this, Yanqing walked up and hugged him, leaving Yannian stunned.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Feiyu, I will find a way. No, I swear, I will definitely restore your tail."

"Don't hurt yourself anymore." Yan Qing shed tears, "If the sword you use is made from your own scales."

"Fei Yu, I, I don't want to see a sword like that."

"That's not a sword. To me, it's proof that you're injured."

Yanqing's voice was suppressed and sad.

When he went to retrieve the scales of the flight feathers, the craftsmen from the factory were all trying to persuade him.

But he was determined to take it. The masters called him a fool and a stupid person, saying that he did not understand the value of this material, did not understand swordsmanship, and was destined to never become a good swordsman.

There is no hope of becoming the "Sword Master" that has been vacant in Luofu for many years.

"Even without this sword, I would become the sword master." Yan Qing roared at those who laughed at him, snatched back the scales belonging to Fei Yu, turned around and ran away.

The rain outside the window is falling, seemingly tirelessly.

Yanqing's clothes were wet, but the heart beating in his chest was warm and strong. Yannian slowly reached out and hugged Yanqing's back.

The swordsman himself is a sword, and is not limited to the sword in his hand.

Even if no one understands, choose to persevere.

Even if there is no return, I still choose to draw my sword.

Perhaps for Yan Qing, what is more important is the pursuit of the heart of the sword.

"Don't do this kind of thing again, okay?"

A pleading voice lingered in Yannian's ears.

A complex look flashed in Yannian's eyes.

Although it deviated a lot from what was expected, the goal has been achieved.

[Yan Qing's favorability: 20.]

"Okay, I won't do it again." Yannian said in a low voice.