Mistaken Marriage: The wealthy heir obediently dotes on me!

"Bragging again!" Although A-Ling was attacking Shen Yuan with her mouth, her body honestly pursued her.

After the two people left the teahouse, they came to the foundry area on the inner city side.

The buildings in this area are all used for forging weapons.

Swordsmiths from all over the server will come here to forge weapons.

Because the fees here are low, the service is good, and it is very safe, many swordsmiths choose to come to the sword-making area in the main city to forge weapons.

Shen Yuan found the manager and showed his identity as a swordsmith, who immediately arranged a sword-making room for Shen Yuan and A Ling.

The sword-making room has three rooms and a small courtyard.

Shen Yuan regarded the two inner rooms as his own studio and the outer one as his bedroom.

A'ling pointed to her nose and asked, "What about me? Where do I live?"

Shen Yuan took out a sleeping bag from his bag and threw it to A Ling: "You sleep under the eaves, so no one dares to steal things!"

A Ling: "..."

Okay, okay, for the sake of the money you spend renting a house, I will be generous enough not to argue with you!

You must be jealous of my beauty, ingenuity, and heart!

Pooh!

A'ya angrily dragged the sleeping bag under the window, then adjusted the quilt, got in and lay down for a while, and found it very comfortable.

Well, it's really comfortable.

After all, there is a large cast furnace inside, with a constant fire and warm walls. It's very comfortable!

Shen Yuan took out his own special stove from the package, asked the supervisor here for the best charcoal fire, and then laid out the materials for sword making one by one.

A Ling squatted aside and watched Shen Yuan work. She couldn't help with this work, so she could only squat aside and watch the excitement.

"Suwen, why did you want to practice sword-making in the past?" A Ling couldn't help but ask.

"Because I can't defeat others, and I can't be idle, so I'll make a sword." Shen Yuanyun replied calmly.

"You're a liar!" A Ling blurted out: "Which blind person saw you fighting Wu Zha? The aura on your body is clearly the most dangerous!"

Shen Yuan laughed: "Yes, I lied to you little brat!"

A Ling: "..."

Is this teasing?

Is it?

"Su Wen, are your sword-making skills really strong?" A Ling was at a loss for words.

"You'll know later." Shen Yuan put away the last material and lit the earth fire. The earth fire provided by the main city was very good. The flames were strong and concentrated. It couldn't be better for refining alchemy and forging swords.

Shen Yuan threw the charcoal fire in, opened the furnace, and threw in the materials one by one.

Shen Yuan kept patting the furnace. After memorizing the textbook given by the system, the materials were all melted!

The molten iron was poured into the mold, Shen Yuan grabbed the hammer and started hammering!

Each blow was hit to the extreme, quenching away the impurities bit by bit.

A Ling was dazzled: "It's just a game, why are you so serious? When I watch others forging swords, I just recite the formula!"

"This is called a sense of ritual." Shen Yuan curled his lips and said, "Forging a sword means tempering it! This is what is called sword making! They chant the formula and then transform the weapon, how vulgar!"

"Okay, okay, okay, everything you say is right, everything you say makes sense!" A Ling was too lazy to pay attention to him, stood up straight, and ran to someone else's yard to watch others forge weapons.

This game is a holographic online game, so it is destined that not all players can make swords.

Therefore, according to the program set by the game, you can automatically cast successfully by reading a paragraph of words.

Everyone else is like that.

Therefore, the process of forging swords is very beautiful. Only Shen Yuan, a lunatic, is really like forging iron. He swings the hammer and forges weapons by himself!

After A Ling wandered around the foundry area, she finally went back satisfied.

As soon as she entered the door, A Ling saw a dagger more than a foot long flying in the air.

In front of her eyes, A Ling made a leap, raised her hand and grabbed the dagger.

The moment her fingers grasped the hilt of the sword, A Ling swung it on the spot, subconsciously developing a set of sword skills.

Shen Yuan stood at the door, squinting at A Ling's sword skills.

A Ling's swordsmanship is very sharp and very monotonous.

Every move is a killing move, no move is superfluous, every move kills!

It seems that in reality, Aya is either a killer or in a profession related to killers.

Unexpectedly, I would meet a companion or companion who has lost his memory in the game.

What is her purpose in coming to the game?

What can a killer with amnesia do?

It's just a waste of a move, right?

Shen Yuan looked at A Ling with pity. At this time, Shen Yuan concluded that A Ling was an abandoned killer, so he could only find a sense of existence in the game world.

Otherwise, how could I lose my memory?

A'ling didn't know what Shen Yuan was doing. After finishing a set of sword skills, she excitedly said to Shen Yuan: "This weapon is really good, can you give it to me?"

Shen Yuan snatched it away and said lazily: "This is a full-level weapon. In your hands, it can't even exert one-tenth of its power!"

A Ling was unconvinced: "I don't believe it, you are also at full level, give it a try!"

Shen Yuan glanced sideways at her and said, "Look!"

Shen Yuan grabbed the hilt of the sword and jumped into the yard, and performed the same sword technique that A Ling had just performed on the spot.

When Shen Yuan took action, A-ling's expression suddenly changed!

Her eyes were in a trance, and a picture flashed through her mind. In the picture, she had an expressionless face, holding a knife in her hand, and stabbed her hard.

But then, nothing can be seen!

"Ah!" A Ling suddenly covered her head and knelt on the ground: "It hurts!"

Shen Yuan retracted his sword, rushed in front of A Ling, raised his hand and pressed the back of A Ling's hand: "Don't move! Don't think wildly, calm down!"

"I can't remember, I can't remember anything! Ah, ah, who am I?" A Ling suddenly knelt on the ground, her face was pale and she was sweating profusely.

Without any hesitation, Shen Yuan raised his hand and slashed the back of A-Ling's neck. A-Ling immediately fell to the ground.

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes: "It seems that your memory has been restricted and you cannot recall it easily! Who is it that would impose such a restriction on you? It's interesting!"

Shen Yuan put away the dagger, picked up A Ling, stuffed it directly into the sleeping bag under the window, then turned back to the sword forging room and continued forging.

A Ling didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day.

A'ya stared blankly at her hands, but she couldn't remember why she was unconscious.

"Are you awake?" Shen Yuan's stiff voice came from outside the door: "Since you're awake, let's have something to eat!"

After saying that, Shen Yuan threw a paper bag over.

A'ya raised her hand and grabbed it accurately.

"Um, thank you." A Ling looked at the roasted sweet potato that she had scratched to pieces and said awkwardly, "I used too much force."