The years of being Long Aotian's fiancee

The banquet didn't disperse until the moon was hanging on the treetops. The temperature in the mountains dropped sharply at night, and it was already very cold outside when the banquet was halfway through. Han Zheng went out halfway to catch Han Yue and Gao Ganling. The man and the pig walked back slowly.

Xiao Han got crazy after playing all night, and now he is so tired that he lay on his brother's shoulder and fell asleep soundly, drooling,

Xia Ying hugged the drowsy Ganmao Ling, and put her hands on Chi Yanzhu's belly to keep warm.Although there were a few twists and turns tonight, the first task sent to him by the system was successfully completed, and the title of the most beautiful woman in the city should be on him tomorrow. Find time to go shopping in the street and take a solid look at this aura, so as not to Some people are not convinced.

While thinking, the quiet atmosphere was suddenly broken,

A deep and pleasant male voice came from his left side,

"I remember you were born in summer, half a year younger than me?"

Xia Ying raised her head and looked at the male lead beside her, her heart beat faster for no reason, "Yeah, it's today, what's the matter?"

"I thought I made a mistake." Han Zheng looked down at him, "Tomorrow I will go with you to get the natal sword."

"Ah?" The topic changed too quickly, Xia Ying didn't keep up for a while, and stared blankly at the man's not-so-gentle expression.

"You are the daughter of the Xia family's prostitute, there is no time to make the natal sword, I guess someone stuck your sword on purpose." Han Zheng once again doubted the word "be born from the heart", Xia Ying's current expression is as mean as his The glamorous face did not match at all, giving Han Zheng a sense of separation.

"Oh, it's possible. How did you come up with this?" Xia Ying still couldn't keep up with the brain circuit of the boss, so he wanted to ask.

"A big family like the Xia family has two reasons for their natal sword. Either the main craftsman is dead, or the core material for making the sword is not good enough," Han Zheng led Xia Ying to walk in the dark, without any hesitation. He would get the wrong direction, he paused and said: "No matter what the reason is, bring the sword embryo back tomorrow, and I will help you complete the rest."

"?" Xia Ying was dazed: "Huh???!"

what what what?What just happened? !What did Brother Zheng say? ! ! !

Ah ah ah ah ah ah! !

Xia Ying couldn't help screaming at the groundhog in his heart: No way, no way? !Has Han Zheng been taken away? !He must have been taken away, right?Does he know what he's talking about? !The sword that Han Zheng personally forged last time was his own natal sword "Slaying Duan"!At the end of the book, it is the only God-Emperor artifact in the Six Realms!He didn't even do it to his own harem! ! !

After Xia Ying came back to her senses, she felt a little lack of oxygen, and staggered a few steps to support her forehead with throbbing veins.

Could it be...is this the joy of hugging thighs?Uuuuuuuuuu Brother Zheng, I'm lying flat, you can rua as you like.

and many more!

The hero only said that he owed himself a favor in the afternoon, wouldn't this be repaying the favor?

Although it is indeed very profitable, but...he doesn't really want to be repaid by Brother Zheng so soon...otherwise he would have no reason to follow the hero,

All kinds of emotions were expressed in Xia Ying's agile eyes. Although Han Zheng didn't speak, he kept paying attention.

As if aware of Xia Ying's secret loss, the man looked up at the sky, and said in a low voice, "It's only one stick of incense away until tomorrow. Forging a sword is considered a gift, not a favor."

Xia Ying was at a loss for words, staring blankly at the face of the man in front of him. This was the first time he came to Lingji Continent and truly felt the joy spreading from the bottom of his heart.

The next day was indeed a fine day. The dazzling sun brought vitality to the quiet Xia family.

As Han Zheng said, a family of the size of the Xia family is fully capable and must have its own Sword Forging Hall.If the skill of casting the natal sword is monopolized elsewhere, then this family will not be able to grow.

The Xia family owns three entire Sword Forging Halls.

The core Jianjian Hall supports a third-grade refiner, which is roughly equivalent to a monk at the Golden Core stage, but this conversion cannot be counted.There are fewer craftsmen in the cultivation world than alchemists. A second-rank craftsman can cause several major forces in Xia City to beat him to death, and a third-rank craftsman can only be eaten by the Xia family.

This is a craftsman named Fu Jian who doesn't do anything on weekdays. He only needs to forge natal artifacts for the bloodlines of the family, and there are very few underage descendants in the family. He is definitely the happiest in Xiacheng. people.

A woman with a graceful figure stood in front of the middle-aged swordsmith's desk, and said softly: "Master Fu, let me remind you of something. The eldest lady has left the customs."

"Hmm, I know." Fu Jian rubbed his hammer-shaped magic weapon lightly, without raising his head, which was very shameful.

"Ma'am asked Younger Sister Ying to get her natal sword to practice earlier. How are you doing?" The woman tried, but did not dare to speak directly.

"Xia Yun, I remember that you were the one who told me to slow down and make her a natal sword a year ago? Today you are urging me again? You are so fickle." The swordsmith mockingly looked at the slim woman in front of him, and said to the so-called The children of the big family are very impatient.

Unexpectedly, the swordsmith did not hide it at all. Xia Yun was angry but concealed it very well. She gently reminded Fu Jian: "If you didn't hate her back then, it would be useless to say what I said... At this time, if you I didn't have time to do it well, Madam Li's anger, I don't think even the arrogant Master Fu can't bear it?"

As the only third-grade craftsman in Xia City, Fu Jian didn't just kneel when refining natal magic weapons for the Xia family. Those direct disciples personally brought their favorite materials to ask him to help.And a year ago, the so-called Xia family's daughter-in-law came to "beg for help", and the various attitudes displayed were extremely annoying. Coupled with Xia Yun's fanning the flames, it is no wonder that Fu Jian wanted to make her a natal sword.

The swordsmith gave the core materials that he had prepared to other disciples that night, and Xia Ying's natal sword was placed in the back row. Anyway, the eldest lady has been in seclusion for two years, and no one has the right to control him.Even if Xia Yun came to urge him now, he didn't bother to answer. The question was that there was no core material, or it was unfavorable from time to time.

Among the major forces around Xiacheng, he was the only third-grade craftsman, and if the Xia family couldn't understand his behavior, there would naturally be a family willing to support him.

Xia Yun is angry,

She didn't want Xia Ying to get the natal sword so easily, but she didn't expect it to be self-defeating now. If Xia Ying couldn't get the sword earlier and go out to try it out, then what if she stays in the family and hinders her from finding Han Zheng?

The two looked at each other silently, and the hall was completely silent.

Unexpectedly, it was Xia Yun's familiar voice that broke the embarrassment.

"Brother Zheng, I haven't been to Jianjian Hall twice, so I don't know the exact location." With a more delicate voice than ordinary women, Xia Yun reflexively thought of the woman who was showing off at the banquet,

"You can't be wrong." The male voice was as steady and deep as ever, and it made people feel at ease.

Xia Yun's temples were throbbing, she didn't expect Xia Ying to come so soon, but Mr. Han also came, it's not a loss.

The swordsmith raised his eyelids and saw that the two people who walked in against the light did not say hello.The one walking in the front was Miss Xia Family who was in the limelight. The young man behind didn't know each other, and he didn't care who the little guy was.

"Master Fu, have I finished my natal sword?" Xia Ying was so excited last night, she woke up very early in the morning, rushed to Hanzheng's room like a child, and pulled him. The hero got up earlier than him, and Xiao Hanyue is still meeting Duke Zhou in his dream.

Xia Ying, who knew nothing about the Xia family, recognized this "Third-Rank Artifact Refiner" by relying on Gan Ganling's instructions. He hugged the little piggy and asked about the situation, and subconsciously backed away from the hero's tall body He took a step forward and asked Brother Zheng to block himself.

"It's Missy..." Fu Jian dragged his tone, glanced at the pretty woman at the table with some mischief, and said, "I happened to be discussing your natal sword with Miss Xia Yun~"

"You!" Xia Yunxin raised her throat, glared at the swordsmith almost ferociously, then quickly cleaned up her expression, and gently explained to her former best friend who was even more beautiful: "Sister Ying, the lady who urged you last night Ben Mingjian, I'm here to ask Master Fu's progress, I didn't expect you to come so early today, are you impatient?"

After she finished speaking, the woman recovered her state, she moved between Han Zheng and Xia Ying dignifiedly and gently, hugged Xia Ying's arm affectionately, and scolded her: "Really, I didn't even know to come to me after training , Did you forget about my sister?" As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Han Zheng, and smiled apologetically, "Hello."

Xia Ying... half of Xia Ying's body was numb,

Forgive him, a small otaku in his early 20s, who has only had relatively intimate contact with female characters in games in his life. He has never experienced this kind of beauty holding his arms.

Help, she smells so good! !

Xia Ying was both happy and embarrassed, such a beautiful woman was so close to him, it was as if he had been sealed, unable to speak,

Looking at the male protagonist around him rather complicatedly, Brother Zheng seems to be the only one who has the treatment of "beauty in his arms" in the article, and Brother Zheng is still a hard rock who doesn't know how to style, breaking the hearts of countless fairies in vain.

Han Zheng received Xia Ying's signal, but seemed to be mistaken, so he sighed softly,

Raising his leg, he stepped forward to forcefully separate the two of them, and cast a cold glance at Xia Yun.

Gan Ganling cheered excitedly in Xia Ying's mind: "Father Han Saigao!! The smell of tea on Xia Yun's body is almost overflowing, the male lead is the male lead, and he is indeed the number one proficient bitch expert in the top red net!!"

"Ah? Tea? What kind of tea?!" Xia Ying asked the system confusedly, looking at the cold male protagonist and the wronged Xia Yun next to her in confusion, a little confused about the situation,

"Sister Ying! Why did my sister make you unhappy? Why did you treat me like this?" Seeing that Han Zheng didn't give her eyes at all, Xia Yun turned her head and bombarded Xia Ying: "I'm just here to remind you of your destiny. Jian, I don’t have any bad intentions, if you are annoyed, I’ll just tell you, why are you acting like this?”

Hearing this, Xia Ying felt a little upset. Although he couldn't tell the difference between tea and tea, and whore and whore, he was very sensitive to malicious intent. The Xia Yun in front of him didn't look as gentle and careless as it was written in the book. The malice that he has shown is the most of all Xia Ying has met so far.

"Thank you sister Xia Yun for worrying, but it's better for me to take care of my natal sword, and the matter of the sword is complicated and cumbersome, you should go back and rest early, and I will play with you when I have time." Xia Ying said in a normal tone Perfunctory her, leaned closer to Han Zheng, obviously distanced herself from Xia Yun.

"You!" Xia Yun, who was under the humiliation, only felt her face heat up, she looked at the completely silent tall man with her back turned to her, and trotted out weeping.

"Why is she crying, it's strange..." Xia Ying stretched her head to look at the figure running away, feeling that this woman was really strange, completely different from what was described in the book.

Fu Jian kowtowed melon seeds at the desk to watch the play, enjoying himself,

Han Zheng didn't intend to waste any more time, and asked directly, "How long will Missy's sword last?"

Fu Jian casually put down the melon seed shell: "It didn't take long, the sword body was already cast, the core material is not good enough, we have to wait, at least two or three years."

"Two or three years?!" Xia Ying couldn't believe it. After two years, brother Zheng didn't know where he had leveled up to fight monsters. He was still waiting here for the sword?No, absolutely not! !

"Take out the sword." The hero looked at the most respected craftsman in Xiacheng without any respect, and his tone lacked the flattery and caution of ordinary people.

"Interesting~" Fu Jian straightened up, looked at the cold young man in front of him, and said provocatively, "What can you do if I give you?"