Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 38 Call My Name

Xin'er turned her head and glanced at Fuling. After Fuling whispered in her ear, she continued to toss the black sword again.

Praise this sword?

After organizing her words, Xin'er said, "This sword is so beautiful, and the blade looks very sharp. It's a good sword...a good sword..."

Kuajian can boast a few words, but Xin'er is at a loss for words here, is it useful to just say it?

When Xin'er was doubting, she saw that the sword that was circling around her actually stopped.

"You little girl is quite discerning. You know that this uncle is a good sword. It seems that you are not the one who scolded this uncle." "Xueche" flew away obediently.

Xin'er heaved a sigh of relief, and said to Fu Ling: "So that sword is staying around me because I want to hear me praise it, it's really a strange sword."

Fu Ling signaled Xin'er to keep her voice down, because she heard the sword kept yelling about who was scolding it, so she let Xin'er praise it so that the sword could be fooled away.

The "Xueche" that flew out suddenly turned around and rushed back again. This time it heard that it was these two little girls talking about it.

But this time it didn't bother Xin'er anymore, but took aim at Fu Ling.

It was this girl who just whispered something to another little girl, and the other little girl suddenly praised her.

"Could you be able to hear me?" "Xueche" asked while circling Fu Ling.

Poria looked at the nose and the heart, and didn't respond at all.

"Hey, don't pretend, if you didn't hear what my uncle said, why did you encourage your little sister to praise me?"

"Can't you really hear?"

"Xueche" chattered alone for a long time, but Fuling didn't even frown, which made it a little uncertain.

"Don't waste your energy, that sword is dead, so it won't respond to anyone, and no one can take it away."

"Xueche" saw that Fu Ling was obsessed with the black sword, although he didn't know if Fu Ling could hear it, he still mentioned it casually.

"Why did it 'die'? Its blade was not broken, so why did it die?" Fu Ling ignored "Xue Che" for a long time, and finally looked up at it.

When Fu Ling looked straight over, "Xue Che" was stunned in the air.

"Can you really see me? Are you Xuanwei's new disciple?"

"I'm Xuanwei's fourth disciple, Fuling. What about you? Are you Xueche?" Fuling asked back.

"Isn't it obvious that my uncle is Xueche? You are not as discerning as those disciples who are not sword cultivators."

Fu Ling was not able to confirm until now that this violent sword is really "Xue Che", the sword is not as good as its name.

Those disciples also hit right and wrong, which really made them catch Zhenxueche.

"I said Fuling, let go of that sword and come and get me. I am very similar to your master's natal sword Shui Wuxi. As Xuanwei's disciple, you are suitable to use me."

To Fu Ling's surprise, this sword looked like it was being looked down upon by everyone, but it didn't expect that it would take the initiative to ask to be her natal sword.

The seventh best sword under heaven should not worry about its master.It's an oddity to make such a request.

"I don't want it, I want this black sword." But whether it's weird or not has nothing to do with her, what she wants is not Xueche.

"Here again!" Xueche seemed to have suffered a great blow, and flew to the corner to draw a circle, "Your senior brother didn't want me to choose Liufeng, your second senior brother has never been to Cangjian Pavilion, your three Brother chose a sword that is far inferior to mine. Now you don’t even want me..."

"We're not suitable." Fu Ling interrupted Xueche's chanting.

"Scum girl!" Xueche cursed with the opening of her mouth.

Fu Ling: "..." Where is the scum?

"What's the matter with each of the apprentices that Xuan Wei has accepted, I am such a good sword, how can I not be worthy of your master and apprentice."

"You think I'm happy. If the instrument repairer who built me ​​didn't put a curse on me, only you master and apprentice can hear my voice. I would like to go with others!"

Xueche continued to mutter endlessly.

As a result, after talking for a long time, Fuling didn't answer her words, so she couldn't help but sneak a glance at Fuling, and saw that the little girl was throwing herself wholeheartedly on the broken black sword, and didn't give it any glimpse out of the corner of her eye.

"You like this sword so much, it's not like I can't help you." Xue Che gave up drawing circles, flew back to Fu Ling, and said.

"You really have a way? You can't even send yourself out." Fu Ling questioned.

"Your words are too much! I don't want to be taken out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion because of a master who can't even hear what I'm saying. There are too many monks who want me."

"Then what should I do to take it away?" Fu Ling asked.

"Although it is a sword whose spirituality is dead, when it has a spirit, it should be a good sword above the level of a divine weapon. Divine weapons like ours can be contracted by monks. You can feed it a little more blood and try. "Xueche said.

"This sword should have drank the blood of countless enemies when it followed its previous owner. It is impossible to contract it with blood alone." Fu Ling thought for a while, and did not agree with Xue Che's statement.

"That can't be the same. My uncle will teach you." Xueche said, and with a flick of the sword, he slit the wrist of Fuling's other hand.

Xueche was sharp, and the wound was deep, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound, climbing onto Xueche's blade.

"Call me by my name." Behind Xueche's sword, which was full of blood, it spoke to Fu Ling.

"Xue...Che?" Fu Ling called out, and immediately regretted it.

But it was too late to regret, the blood floating on Xueche's sword was instantly absorbed by Xueche, and an inexplicable connection was established between her and the sword.

Fu Ling: "Tell me you didn't mean to..."

Xueche: "No, I did it on purpose."

Fu Ling thought of Song Minmin, who was also bought and sold by force, and suddenly wanted to apologize to Song Minmin. Being entangled with such a scam was really like throwing it off the top of Lingyan Peak.

"It seems that I have nothing to do with you." Fu Ling looked at the black sword in the weapon case reluctantly.

She has already taken Xueche, so she can no longer take this black sword.

Fu Ling was about to withdraw her hand, but her hand seemed to be stuck, and she couldn't take it out no matter what.

"I can't take you out, and now I can't take it out with my own hands. Do you want to be my sword or not?" Fu Ling said helplessly.

But this sword will not respond to her, maybe it is a dead sword as Xueche said.

"Since Junior Sister Fuling has taken Xueche, let's go quickly. Let the rest of us try this sword." Yu Jin said maliciously.

Just now, she saw the scene where Fuling made a contract with Xueche, so with the same method, wouldn't she be able to make a contract with the black sword that Fuling failed to make a contract with?

As soon as Fu Ling raised her head, she realized that at some point, everyone had gathered and stared at her.

(End of this chapter)