I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 13 Blinking
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Not hasty footsteps echoed in the forest. Under the watchful eyes of snakes, insects and beasts, Zhang Xing carried a stick that had been picked for a long time. It was very straight and had no branches. It was dried in the sun and was carrying a watermelon rind. Walking leisurely through the dense forest.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, he took every step very carefully, and no bush or weed survived where he passed.

This behavior allowed Zhang Xing to avoid a lot of minor troubles, such as snakes, insects, rats, and ants that were currently paying attention to him. The most troublesome things in the woods now gave way to him, making his progress slow but not delayed at all.

In this way, Zhang Xing is less anxious. In fact, he doesn't have to be anxious. Even if he walks out of the forest while standing on his head and jumping on his hands, his speed will not be slower than that of the seriously injured Baige.

Since the white pigeon can catch up, so can he.

So it's better to be safe and secure. There are too many accidents that can happen in the woods.

Amidst the whining and slapping sounds, frightened birds fluttered in the canopy, echoing this unique music.

Zhang Xing pushed aside another canopy of green leaves, and what was different from before was that the tough-looking leaves were not broken by his stick this time. Instead, they were slightly twisted and slapped towards him.

It was like revenge against him, a revenge that was powerless but could not be ignored.

So Zhang Xing also responded to this revenge seriously. The roar from the second heart in the void shook his whole body. The power that emerged from his chest followed the path of blood and flowed towards his fingertips.

Then, vibrations filled the entire stick.

In the buzzing sound, the green leaves were broken at the waist. The powerful beatings released the vibrations that had nowhere to vent to every part of the leaf, tearing it to pieces without damaging anything else.

For example, poisonous insects hiding in leaf stems.

There was another sound in the woods, and the neighing sound of the poisonous insects was very harsh. With no cover, it looked very flustered, eager to find a place to rely on. Among the splashing green powder, it landed safely on the stick that destroyed its shelter.

The vibration has not stopped, but perhaps due to the body structure, it did not cause any harm to the insect. Instead, it stimulated it and instinctively launched an attack on the nearest creature.

The poisonous insect, which was green all over and dark in color, rushed towards Zhang Xing's hand.

At this time, it may not be very convenient to pull out the watermelon rind.

So bugs die differently than hermit crabs.

It was cut into two pieces, cut into two pieces by a dagger that suddenly appeared in Zhang Xing's hand.

With his other hand, he caught the wooden stick that had fallen downwards due to his sudden release. Zhang Xing turned sideways to avoid the smelly mist that exploded on the insect, shook off the non-existent traces on the dagger, and continued to walk forward.

The glass-like dagger was looming in the sunlight shining on the ground through the forest leaves. If it wasn't really held in his hand, even Zhang Xing would have doubted whether he really had a dagger in his hand.

Maybe no doubt.

Looking at the dagger held in front of him, Zhang Xing tried to let go of his hand.

The next moment, the sun shined directly on Zhang Xing's hand without any obstruction.

But the dagger did not fall downwards, but disappeared suddenly, completely disappearing from Zhang Xing's perception.

Maybe it went to a certain corner of the world, or maybe it hid itself in the gap of light.

In short, it is really gone now, and there is no trace of it anywhere on Zhang Xing's body.

But it's actually still there.

As his thoughts turned, Zhang Xing clenched his hand - the real touch returned to his hand again, and the clear sunlight was cut into different shapes by the sharp edge of the glass.

Then Zhang Xing let go of his hand again, the sunshine returned to its full form, and everything just now seemed like a dream.

And he knew this was not a dream. He had to say that this treasure recast with the fate of the white dove gave him a different kind of surprise.

The tattered fire hook shape is no longer visible. Now it is not only more fashionable, but also inherits some of the original shadows.

Most of the time it is as if it does not exist. There is no need to think about how to store it, and it will not bother Zhang Xing. And when Zhang Xing needs it, it can appear in the owner's hands at any time.

It is invisible and makes the owner feel at ease. Just like in the hands of the white pigeon, it can be used as the last trump card at any time to perform miraculous feats for its owner.

"Well, a superior substitute for a space bag."

This is of course a joke. Charles's knowledge is not enough for Zhang Xing to confirm whether there are space objects in this world, even if it is a world with extraordinary things.

"Since wizards are said to be able to do anything, shouldn't they not have such convenient things?"

But even if there were, it would be impossible to replace this dagger. Zhang Xing's description of replacing it is absolutely correct.

Especially since it has more than just this capability.

With a hiss, a poisonous snake crawling on the branch was stabbed by the flying dagger. The remaining nerve reaction made the snake's body squirm continuously, trying to break away from the dagger that nailed it.

Then Zhang Xingcheng completed it and waved his hand before the wound expanded to completely tear the snake apart.

The dagger returned to its owner's hand.

Just like the steps of the white dove, there is only a slight difference - it cannot decide where to go, it can only choose where to return.

"That's enough. Recycling is a precious attribute."

Although he still didn't understand the principle of this move, Zhang Xing didn't care at all. He only needed to know that as long as he wanted to, this dagger could transcend everything and appear in his hand. Block his deadly attacks and kill the sure-kill enemies.

This proves Zhang Xing's previous conjecture that destiny still has its traces, whether it is the changes he caused or the gains he gained.

"I'll call you...Flicker from now on."

[The casting is completed and the treasure flash is obtained. 】

[Flicker: A tangible and shadowless dagger, the tangible and sharp blade is enough to separate the invisible space and hide oneself on the opposite side of the world; the shadowless and light body can avoid the gaze from the dark side, allowing one to freely shuttle among the masters hands.

(Under the watchful eye of fate, the killer known as White Dove entrusts his fate to your hands. Maybe he is reluctant, but it is obvious that he cannot object.)]

Playing with the fate of the white dove, swinging the stick, stepping over the poisonous snake that no longer struggled.

In the sunlight that was divided and healed by the glass, Zhang Xing walked out of the forest.

Standing on the edge of the forest and on the jagged boulders on the edge of the cliff, he saw the scene he expected - a three-masted sailing ship parked on the coast, in a simple but fully functional small port.

"Um……"

Zhang Xing pondered, not in a hurry to be happy.

Something was wrong. He looked at the only ship in the small port, which seemed a bit lonely in the huge bay.

Looking across the offshore sea, the sunken wreckage still looked a bit fresh.

"You really don't understand sustainable development. How can you start a war in a place like this?"

There can be no such thing as reefs in the port. A collision between ships is not a trivial matter, and the wreckage of those ships is no less annoying than the reefs, and it is just as troublesome to clean up.

This island is a supply station. The ship that docks here will not only come here once. The people on the ship should not be so ignorant.

Even if there is a big grudge, it shouldn’t be done.

"unless……"

No unless, looking at the flags flying on the ship, Zhang Xing fell into memories.

He had seen that pattern.

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