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Then he also imitated his mother and wanted a hug full of fatherly love from his father.

However, before it could get close, Han Xin, while hugging his beloved wife, swept the little fox dragon aside with his tail.

I should be at the bottom of the river, not here.

The little fox dragon returned to the corner dejectedly, with a look of helplessness similar to the above statement in his eyes.

Fortunately, the family of three was still happy when they had dinner.

Late at night, due to the presence of the little fox dragon, the two no longer engaged in excessive intimate actions, but fell asleep early, waiting for the arrival of tomorrow.

However, Han Xin couldn't sleep.

Chihong has been away from me for a long time.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was late at night and everyone was asleep, and he had nothing important to do, Han Xin gently called out to his son Tongzi in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hello, hello, is Red here?"

What I got was speechlessness.

Helpless, Han Xin had to close his eyes and force himself to sleep.

The next day, Han Xin searched the territory as usual.

Then, a loud shout suddenly came from his mind!

"Gentle! There was a loud bang in the sky, and I made a brilliant appearance!"

"Such a fuss, such an old joke, it's really awkward!"

Seeing the familiar voice of the 鸸陰③污旗)镹轳彡]栮 sound again, Han Xin immediately made a joyful complaint.

"You're such a jerk! I went to ask for a weapon, and it took me a while..."

While Chi Hong was explaining, she noticed that Han Xin seemed to have dark circles under his eyes today, and it was obvious that he had not slept well.

"Host, you're not going to stay up late again while I'm away and do... that thing with your current partner, are you?"

"Oh, I do."

Han Xin answered very straightforwardly without hiding anything.

"Hmm?~ If it's not that kind of thing~ Host, why are you suffering from insomnia?

Could it be that~Host, you missed me~"

In fact, Chi Hong was just joking with Han Xin.

But the next second, she blushed.

Even though, the person who said such embarrassing words was herself.

Han Xin's gaze flickered, but he said directly:

"Yeah, I kind of do."

"Wuwuwu~Host~"

Hearing this, Chi Hong was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes.

But Han Xin immediately said something, breaking Chihong's little heartbeat.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried about what would happen if you ran away with my Silver Dragon material."

"Tsk. No gain, no early rise. Here~"

Chihong curled his lips, and after observing that there were no other creatures around, he took out the sword named [[Weird Cut]·Muramasa] from the storage space.

The sword fell straight in front of Han Xin. When it touched the stone, it penetrated it like cutting tofu, and fell into the mud, half of it barely standing still.

Just by looking at it, Han Xin knew that this knife was no ordinary item, and was even more powerful than the weapons that the craftsmen of Yanhuo Village were going to make.

"This, this is?!"

He asked Chihong in his sea of ​​consciousness, his tone full of surprise and excitement.

"Hehehe, that's awesome, isn't it? I commissioned a system friend from another dimension to create this [[Weird Cut]·Muramasa] using the Jue Silver Dragon materials you provided!"

"[[Weird Cut] Muramasa]... What a great name! It definitely has a Zhepan Putty feel to it!"

Han Xin transformed into Melalu and walked to the front of the sword.

However, just this one stop made Chihong realize something was wrong.

"It's over! Forget your short size, host!"

Generally speaking, the average height of Melalu and Elu is about 1.3 meters.

Han Xin, who had transformed into Melalu at this time, was also at this average level.

However, in order to strengthen it for fighting against monsters and demons, the unknowing swordsmith made it into a large sword about 1.5 meters long.

This was obviously not suitable for Melalu.

"Hey, hey, hey! I know you didn't mean that, but what you said is really hurtful!"

Han Xin complained while looking at the sword.

However, after complaining, he showed a smile.

"Well, that's a great accomplishment for you, Red!"

"?"

"You can be considered to have accidentally planted willows and achieved great success.

Although ordinary attendant cats usually use short swords or wakizashi of about 50 cm in length.

However, this is just a compromise for flexibility or enhanced support when they have a hunter partner.

As a wild Meralu, this large sword is perfect for my solo hunting!"

A 1.5-meter-long large sword; as for the 1.3-meter-long Meralu, it is equivalent to a hunter of about 1.7 meters carrying a two-meter-long hunting sword.

So Han Xin was quite satisfied with the length of this large sword.

As for the shape and hardness of the knife, Han Xin was not worried at all.

After all, weapons like the [Tenjo Tenchi Musou Tou] or the [Kishin Zanpakutō] carried by some hunters are relatively slender.

Weapons made of minerals from this world and monster materials will not be easily damaged, not to mention that this sword is made of ancient dragon materials such as the Jue Yinlong.

Han Xin, filled with excitement, leaned forward with his hand.

Just like King Arthur about to draw out the holy sword Excalibur, Han Xin's expression is full of seriousness and earnestness.

But the moment he touched the handle of the knife with his fingers,

A terrifying thought rushed into his mind!

He once again saw Jue Yinlong's memories,

This time, because of the inherent [ominous] characteristics of the Muramasa sword, it conveyed more sadness, pain, and resentment!

Demonic sword!

Han Xin quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and these two words subconsciously emerged in his mind.

"What's wrong, host?!"

Seeing that something was wrong, Chihong immediately asked with concern.

Han Xin was silent for a moment, then tried to hold the sword again.

But the result was the same, he couldn't pull it out.

It wasn't because he didn't have enough strength, nor was it because the sword was rejecting him.

But...

Pure fear.

He didn't have the courage to accept Jue Yinlong's negative emotions that had been condensed for hundreds of years but were transmitted to his heart in an instant.

It was an extreme sadness and despair.

If it weren't for his mental problems and his past experiences with life and death, he might have been swallowed up by this abyss-like negative emotion long ago...

Helpless, Han Xin shook his head.

"Put it away, Red. The knife is a good one, but I may not have the resolve to pick it up just yet."

"Huh?! Why is this happening..."

But then she also thought of what the old swordsmith said to her before she left.

"Remember, power ultimately comes at a price. Whether one can wield this blade depends on the strength of his heart."

"So, that's what you mean..."

Chihong murmured thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, host..."

Just when she felt ashamed of wasting the Jue Silver Dragon material,

Han Xin smiled calmly.

"Well, I still have to thank you, Chihong. The knife you helped me find is indeed much better than the ordinary knife makers in Yanhuo Village!

After all, this is not your problem, but my problem.

Also, I won't waste your efforts.

I will pick up this knife sooner or later!"

Hearing this, Chi Hong regained his spirits and whispered in a voice Han Xin couldn't hear:

"As expected, you are very gentle..."

"and then?"

Just as Chihong was feeling Han Xin's tenderness, the latter said this inexplicably.

"Then? What then?"

Chihong tilted her head, somewhat confused.