Fortune telling

Chapter 110

Two days are two days.Fan Wenzhi began to refine the sword spirit overnight.Refining sword spirits is indeed not something ordinary people can do.It is conceivable how difficult it is to make the sword spirit surrender and communicate with its master while retaining the sword spirit's own personality.The sword spirit of this sword is very fierce, perhaps because it drank too much human blood, and the resentful spirits of the dead people are all attached to the sword body.This prompted the growth of the sword spirit, and finally had its own consciousness.

In the middle of the night, in an empty room.The windows were wide open, and the moonlight streamed in.The bronze sword was placed on the ground, and Fan Wenzhi stood aside.Seeing that the time was close to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, it was the time when the yin energy was at its peak and the sword spirit was at its most vicious.

Release part of the mental power, the mental power moves with the heart, and it turns into a sword that is one foot long, which is naturally invisible to the human eye.The body of the sword rotated with Fan Wenzhi's thoughts, and directly charged towards the bronze sword.The moment he first touched the bronze sword, there was a low-frequency stabbing sound, which directly hit the eardrum.The bronze sword floated up by itself, and directly slashed at the sword formed by Fan Wenzhi's spiritual power.Using the bronze sword as a carrier actually cannot give full play to the flexibility and lethality of the sword spirit. Therefore, under the several attacks of the spiritual sword, the bronze sword was defeated miserably.

At this time, the bronze sword returned to the ground, and the tip of the spiritual power sword pointed directly at the bronze sword. Under the strong threat, the sword spirit finally gave up the bronze sword and got out from the sword body.It is also a sword with a length of one foot, exuding a cold air.Two swords made of energy, with the same blade and similar energy body, meet each other like this, and they are extremely jealous.

Fan Wenzhi's sword seemed to have a sense of autonomy, and after seeing the sword spirit, he killed it fiercely.Not to be outdone, the sword spirit didn't give way, and charged forward directly.The two swords quickly fought together.

Fan Wenzhi's forehead was dripping with sweat, his eyes were closed, and he controlled everything with his mental power.The sword spirit became very fierce, slashing and stabbing regardless.The spiritual sword is just like a joke, except that after the real fight with the sword spirit at the beginning, the sword spirit will be teased afterwards.

The sword spirit was extremely enraged, and the sword body was swollen, and it seemed that it was about to go crazy.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fan Wenzhi made a decisive move, using his mental power to completely trap the sword spirit in the barrier.The sword spirit slammed left and right, but it still couldn't break through the barrier of Fan Wenzhi.The sword spirit is fierce again and again, regardless of the collision.Fan Wenzhi consumes too much mental power, but he must not relax at this time.So he gritted his teeth, let the spiritual power sword enter the barrier again, and fought desperately with the sword spirit, he must surrender this sword spirit.

At the same time, he lifted the bronze sword with his feet, and then kicked it hard, and the bronze sword was thrown out of the window.Gu Dongcheng, who had been waiting below for a long time, got the sword, shouted excitedly, and then yelled upstairs worriedly, "Wenzhi, how are you?"

"Leave me alone, no one is allowed to come up unless I call you." Fan Wenzhi shouted downstairs, and then ignored those people.

The sword spirit seemed to know that the bronze sword was taken away, and the collision was even more severe, and it was dark to fight with the spiritual sword, and its fierce appearance was obvious.However, although Fan Wenzhi was tired, he was not worried.The sword spirit is not fierce, he doesn't want it yet.If you want to refine the sword spirit, this effort is necessary.He was ready, and spent the past two days with this sword spirit.If he is not completely recovered, he will not be a fan of Wenzhi.

Two days and two nights passed quickly, and Fan Wenzhi still didn't step out of the room.Gu Dongcheng wandered around the door in a hurry, nothing will happen.What kind of sword spirit thing is really so cruel that even Fan Wenzhi can't handle it?If Fan Wenzhi really had an accident because of this incident, he wouldn't be able to explain to Fan Blind!At that time, every blind man must chop him.

Gu Dongcheng was in a hurry outside the door, while Fan Wenzhi was sweating profusely in the room, and his clothes were wet for countless times.The sword spirit is a spirit, so it naturally consumes energy. For so long, the sword spirit has been slamming left and right. At this point, it is already at the end of its strength.Of course, Fan Wenzhi is not much better, but it is still much stronger than Sword Spirit.

Seeing that the sword spirit had no strength to toss around, Fan Wenzhi resolutely forcibly injected his spiritual power into the sword spirit, absorbing his cold air, that is, his hostility.Then completely integrate the spiritual power with the sword spirit.Sword Spirit desperately resisted with the last bit of energy.Fan Wenzhi sneered, now resisting, there is a fart.Just wait to be a part of me.In fact, this will not lose you, but you will benefit endlessly.

The sword spirit ignored Fan Wenzhi's various persuasion, and in short resisted desperately.But at this time, it was the end of the light crossbow, and the resistance was useless.Seeing that he was about to be fused, Jian Ling burst into tears suddenly.This crying was so shocking that Fan Wenzhi's head was covered with black lines.Sword spirits can cry, and cry so sadly, why have they never heard of it before, nor read it in any books.

"You cry fart!" After tossing for two days and two nights, Fan Wenzhi's temper was extremely grumpy, "I don't want your life, but I will keep your own consciousness. It's just that you change the place, and you can use it in the future." Follow me, don't just run out and kill people."

Sword Spirit continued to cry, but it had changed from a big cry to a small cry, "What you said is true? Aren't you going to end me?"

"You are so capable, why should I end you."

Sword Spirit was still worried, "You guys say one thing and do another, what if you end up with me?"

"Bullshit, do you think you can resist me now? I really want to end you, do I need to talk so much nonsense to you? Hurry up, either take the initiative or be passive. Think clearly for yourself. You know that if you resist, There is no good fruit for you to eat."

Jianling cried again, seeing that Fan Wenzhi's face was dark and impatient, so Jianling sobbed, "Will you treat me well?"

Fan Wenzhi rolled his eyes, "You're right, what's the good way?"

"I want to watch TV, I don't want to be put in a box every day. I want to eat something delicious, and I want to play games..."

"Fuck off, who do you think you are! There are still so many demands. You are a sword spirit, not a human, you eat farts!" Fan Wenzhi is really irritable, what is this, raising ancestors, or accepting sword spirits.

The sword spirit made a fuss, "I don't care, if you don't agree, I will make a fuss. I want TV, I want games, I want..."

"Enough." Fan Wenzhi felt a pain in his forehead, "I've convinced you. Hurry up and merge, and if you talk nonsense, I'll break you up."

"You can't bear to part with me." Sword Spirit shouted.The shout hit Fan Wenzhi's mind.He really couldn't bear it.

Fan Wenzhi is irritable, is this a sword spirit?Is there such a rogue sword spirit?OK, let's compromise for now. "Stop screaming, I promise you." After speaking, he strengthened his mental strength and began to fuse the sword spirit.This time the sword spirit did not resist, and cooperated with Fan Wenzhi, gradually merging with the spiritual sword.The moment the fusion was completed, the sword spirit shone brightly, blinding people's eyes.

Fan Wenzhi said, "Take it." The sword spirit consciously returned to Fan Wenzhi's body without a trace.With the word "let go", the sword spirit rushed out.When he rushed out, he also shouted at Fan Wenzhi: "You still feel comfortable in your body, I have decided, and I will follow you from now on. You must keep your word."

The corners of Fan Wenzhi's mouth twitched, and silently retreated in his heart, the sword spirit returned to Fan Wenzhi's body helplessly.But even so, Fan Wenzhi could still hear Sword Spirit yelling and making various demands.Fan Wenzhi simply blocked the sword spirit's voice and let him call it himself.

After finishing all this, Fan Wenzhi walked out of the room.Gu Dongcheng breathed a sigh of relief, thank God, nothing happened.

"I'm going to sleep first, and I'll talk about it when I wake up."

"No problem. Go and rest quickly."

Lying on the bed, Fan Wenzhi remembered that he had forgotten something, and quickly turned on his phone. There were dozens of missed calls, most of which were from Zhou Sen.Not a minute after turning on the phone, the call came again, "Xiaowen, are you okay! I heard from Mr. Gu that you haven't come out for two days and two nights. Do you want to be okay? Have you eaten yet?"

"It's okay, don't panic. It's just that your husband is dying of exhaustion, come and take care of your husband and me."

"Okay!" Zhou Sen said seriously, "You wait for me, I'll go back right away."

"Hello, hello..." No, the phone hung up.When Fan Wenzhi put down the phone, Zhou Sen really wanted to fly over.He is so busy, probably not.Fan Wenzhi then called the blind father again.Fan Xiazi is traveling outside with a few old brothers, having a great time.Hearing that Fan Wenzhi had dealt with the sword spirit, he burst out laughing and said loudly, "As expected of my son."

"Dad, I'm exhausted." Fan Wenzhi called to the blind man pitifully.

The blind man ignored him, "Tell your daughter-in-law to take care of you, I don't have the obligation to you now." After finishing speaking, he simply hung up the phone.

Fan Wenzhi shouted, I am still not your son!

When I was sleeping soundly, I felt someone was wiping my face, and then my body again.Smelling the familiar scent, Fan Wenzhi closed his eyes and hugged the future man in his arms, rubbed against each other, and said, "Honey, sleep with me."

Fan Wenzhi hugged him too tightly, Zhou Sen lay helplessly in Fan Wenzhi's arms.Throwing the towel in his hand into the basin, he hugged Fan Wenzhi with his backhand, kissed him on the forehead, stroked Fan Wenzhi's eyebrows, and whispered, "Fool, why are you working so hard? It's not like you have to let You can finish it in two days. Don't work so hard in the future, anyway, I am earning money now, although it is not much, but it is enough for our family's expenses. "

After Zhou Sen finished speaking, he kissed Fan Wenzhi on the forehead again.Fan Wenzhi hugged Zhou Sen tightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, thinking in his heart, from now on, I will be a little boy who is raised by others.Well, it's not bad to be a little boy.It's just that the idea is good, but the reality is cruel.Can't stay idle!

Zhou Sen babbled on for a while, and finally kissed the corner of Fan Wenzhi's mouth, and whispered, "Xiaowen, I love you."

The corners of Fan Wenzhi's mouth twitched, and he burst out laughing, Zhou Sen, I heard that.When I wake up, I will love you again.