Let the Villain Go

When Chu Qianxun followed Le Chang and the others into the busy street, he glanced back.

Ye Peitian did not follow, he stopped and stood alone in the shadow of the arcade.

Ahead is the world with brilliant lights and full of voices. He just stood in one of the darkest corners. His thin and lonely figure is a ghost who has lived in the dark for a long time, fearing the fireworks of the world.

Chu Qianxun had an impulse, turned around and stretched out his hand to pull him out.

The crowd was a bit crowded, Chu Qianxun walked in front, and Ye Peitian slowly followed behind. There were warm yellow lights on both sides of the road, and people kept squeezing past their shoulders.

Some are soldiers who have returned from the battlefield, returned to a safe base, slackened, and hooked up with their comrades on their shoulders and talked.

Chasing the frolicking children, swimming like a fish by the adult, and joking away.

There was a couple walking in front of them. In the night market at the beginning of Hua Deng, two young people walked head to head, hand in hand, affectionately.

Chu Qianxun realized that she took Ye Peitian's hand and walked for too long. She was a little embarrassed to let go, her fingers were suddenly squeezed by Ye Peitian.

Chu Qianxun turned his head in amazement and looked at Ye Peitian behind him with a flustered expression, as if he was approaching an enemy, but the strength of her hand did not relax, so that Chu Qianxun even felt a little pain.

Thinking of the inhuman abuses this man had endured, and the days when he confined himself in the desert, Chu Qianxun felt soft.

Forget it, he must be very uncomfortable here, since he wants to, hold it.

They came to the West Alley introduced by Lechang.

There are fewer people here, and the lights are dim. At the entrance of those gloomy little lanes, you can occasionally see a few people who depend on betraying themselves for a living. These people are women and men. Their eyes turned around on Chu Qianxun and Ye Peitian who walked into the alley, and when they saw their hands shaking each other, they turned their eyes away losing interest.

The long alley is very quiet, and most people are reluctant to light up the lights, only the regular sound of metal percussions can be heard from a messy iron shop with lights on.

In the shop, a short and stout man in his fifties, with his shirtless upper body, was building a long sword. This person is the master forging introduced by Lechang, Lao Guo with the third-order forging ability.

Seeing a guest coming, he didn't lift his head, and concentrated on suspending a group of liquid cyan demon body in the air, condensed into the dark sword body in his hand, and repeatedly tempered with an iron hammer until it was dark. The body of the matt sword was symmetrically covered with cyan lines, and then he barely stopped.

Lao Guo wiped his sweat with a dark towel, and picked up a few demon bodies that had been littered on the counter. "Say, what are you going to fight?"

"I would like to ask you to temper this pair of knives, and then hit a one-handed sword." Chu Qianxun placed her double knives on the counter. This pair of silver knives accompanied her on the battle for a long time, and the blade was covered with small pieces. The cracked gap is no longer useful.

Lao Guo lifted it up and looked at it carefully. He flicked the knife with his finger. He listened to the sound of the knife echoing in the air. He shook his head, "It is only a third-order magic weapon. If you take it with you every day No matter how good you practice it, you will only be ruined sooner or later when you chop a monster of rank five or six."

The level of blacksmiths is not only reflected in their ranks. Those high-rank blacksmiths built by the Great Guild with magic seeds may not be able to create real artifacts. Lao Guo's words let Chu Qianxun know that this is an expert in forging weapons.

She took out a large bundle of dark silver thread from her backpack,

Lao Guo's eyes lit up immediately, he quickly took it, and he stroked the seemingly inconspicuous threads back and forth with love. Forgers who want to improve their ranks need to keep in touch with forging high-level magic bodies. However, there are very few high-ranking saints in White Horse Town, and it is difficult for him to reach demons above the fifth rank. This is a very depressing thing for this man obsessed with smelting and forging.

"This is the silver thread that the sixth-order Soul Eater spit out after maddening? Haha, good, great, I have always wanted to smelt this kind of silver thread of the same grade once. Come on, what do you want me to do?"

"I want to cover my eyes and wear light armor." Chu Qianxun pushed Ye Peitian forward, "just follow his body shape."

"The little girl is still a bit knowledgeable. The silver thread of the Soul Eater is most suitable for covering eyes. It is wasted to do light armor." Lao Guo got his favorite demon body and became very easy to talk. "Just these six It’s not easy to smelt things of level monsters. It takes a few days. If you don’t worry about this material, you can stay here for a few days."

The so-called concealment is a kind of armor made with a special magic body and worn on the eyes. With this magic weapon, others will not be able to see the upper half of the wearer’s face, but the wearer can clearly see from the inside. Saw the scenery outside. In addition to protecting the face and eyes in battle, its biggest role is to defend or weaken the attacks of the spiritual saints.

Of course, Chu Qianxun's main purpose was to create an armor for Ye Peitian that could hide his face and was not easily damaged in battle.

Guo Tiejiang lives in a courtyard behind the iron shop. There are many people living in the compound, including three schools and nine students. Tiesmith Guo put the sundries room next door away, placed two benches against the wall, put a few bed boards, and lost a set of bedding. He felt very attentive and thoughtful.

"The kitchen is in the yard and it's public. If you need water, turn left and walk up to a well for 500 meters. There is a well where you can line up to get water. Use the utensils in the house."

The two young men brought the sixth-order demon body that he rarely came into contact with, and the forging cost was also very sufficient. Therefore, he had always had a bad temper, so he could barely change his attitude.

"Sit and don't move, I'll get some water and come back first." Chu Qianxun considered Ye Peitian's injury to be unhealed, put him by the bed, put two buckets on him, and went out.

"Little brother, you did a good job looking for a wife. With quick hands and feet, he knows cold and hot." Lao Guo stretched out his big hand like a fan and patted Ye Peitian's shoulder. This way she looks like a woman. No matter where she goes, she will first serve her men. Unlike those women who think they have some supernatural powers, they don’t put men in their eyes, and they don’t even know how to eat. Don’t do it."

He was talking here, but he saw this young man who had been cold and cold since he came. He pulled out an old cloth from his backpack, shook it and tied it to his waist, and took out a bag of white flour from the backpack and put it in In a basin, he picked it up and walked out. When he reached the door, he seemed to think of something, and turned to Lao Guo.

"Are there any spices?"

At dinner, a unique fragrance of face wafted throughout the courtyard, and the returning residents couldn’t help but look at Lao Guo’s door, wondering that the house of Guo Tiejian, who had always lived in a sloppy life, could even do it. The smell of such a meal comes out.

Holding a bowl of noodles, Lao Guo squatted on the threshold, eating with tears.

"Hey horse, brother, you are too good at this. In the past few days, if you make this noodles for me for three meals, I won't charge you for the forging cost."

"Uncle Guo, don't be polite with us. Tomorrow I will buy some good food and let Lin Fei show you something." Chu Qianxun answered with a smile.

Ye Peitian’s name is not convenient for the outside world. When Chu Qianxun suggested that he use a pseudonym, he cut half of the characters Chu and Pei into two characters Lin Fei. Fortunately, Chu Qianxun didn't think much about it, so he secretly used this title with a little joy.

In the evening, Chu Qianxun didn't let Ye Peitian move anymore, heated hot water to take care of him to wash, and changed the medicine for the wound on his body.

Since the melee in the desert, the two have fled all the way for several days. This is the first time that they have settled down. Although the living environment is simple, it is finally returned to a safe base with a shelter from the wind and rain, so there is no need to sleep in the wilderness all night to guard against monsters that appear at any time.

With a lamp in his hand, Chu Qianxun looked at the injuries on Ye Peitian's body.

"It's really amazing. With such a serious injury, it will be almost healed in a few days. But what should I do with this neck?"

Ye Peitian lay on the bedside, watching the candlelight swaying on the wall in front of him, a shadow bent down and overlapped with his shadow on the wall.

A warm breath blew onto the skin of his neck, and the man's fingers rubbed the shackles back and forth, even squeezed into the collar, carefully touching the inside of it. The numb and itchy touch inadvertently touched the most sensitive part of his neck from time to time.

Ye Peitian's fingers quietly tightened the bedding on the bed.

Chu Qianxun studied the shackles on Ye Peitian's neck. This circle of thin shackles does not seem to be eye-catching, but it comes from the hand of Xin Ziming's weapon design ghost. It has lethal damage and is extremely difficult to untie.

She lowered her body, staring at this problem and thinking,

In front of her eyes, the dumb black collar was locked on the white neck. Well, the line of the neck is very beautiful. Above the black collar, the apple knot rolled back and forth with her eyes, and the bottom was clear and sexy. clavicle.

A layer of rosy hues came out from the pale skin under the black collar and stretched all the way up in her sight, even the auricle that was facing her turned red.

Chu Qianxun coughed and put away the gaze that he had been staring at for too long.

She found two benches to put together, jumped on it and prepared to make do for the night.

Ye Peitian half sat up from the bed.

"You sleep, you sleep." Chu Qianxun quickly waved his hand to interrupt what he was about to say, "I can sleep anywhere."

...

Ye Peitian knew that he was in a dream.

He found that he was imprisoned again on the operating table that appeared in nightmares from time to time. Surrounded by endless nothingness, pale lights from nowhere struck him.

A person in a white coat walked out of the darkness, holding a horrible instrument in his hand, and approached the operating table. The darkness enveloped her face and couldn't see her face clearly.

Ye Peitian closed his eyes and waited for him to break free from the pain of the nightmare.

A pair of warm and familiar hands gently stroked his hair.

Ye Peitian opened his eyes suddenly and saw the person standing next to the bed. The person was holding a sharp knife and looked at him indifferently and mercilessly. The cold blade cut his clothes and touched his skin.

"Chihiro?" His heart suddenly became frightened, "No, Chihiro, don't do this to me. I am willing to give you what you want."

The hands stroked his cheeks, down his neck, the mansion lowered his body, close to his face, and whispered in his ear,

"Give me your whole person.",