[Transmigration Book] Master Cannon Fodder is so tired every day!

"Hiss—!" Su Qitao felt the pain at this moment. It turned out that just now, in order to protect the knife, he squeezed the blade with all his strength, and the blade, which was as sharp as a thin slice, naturally sank into the flesh and blood.Rinse away the contaminated residue on the wound, and the little disciple behind him presented the antiseptic potion, so it was naturally a lot of trouble.

He hissed in pain, but he couldn't break free - Dongfang Zhebai's hands were too strong, he was pinched tightly.

Until the end, Su Qitao's right hand was tied into a stick by Dongfang Dingbai, who was as kind as an old father.Curiously waving the big mallet, Su Qitao could even hear the roar of the mallet piercing the air.

"..." Ah, I seem to be seriously injured.

"Don't get wet after you go back, and check yourself for any scratches." It's not easy for him to check the private parts.Dongfang Jibai took over the half-finished blade, "Let me take a look at this blade."

When he took the saber just now, the soaring aura shocked Dongfang Jibai.But people are more important than swords, and Dongfang Dingbai, who has always loved spirit and martial arts like his life, didn't pay much attention to it.When you touch it with your fingertips, you can feel the coolness of the blade. The coolness penetrates to the bone marrow, but it doesn't make people feel cold. Instead, the spirit altar is faintly clearer.

"What a sword!" Dongfang exclaimed in vain. It had been a long time since he had come into contact with such a spiritual weapon. Regardless of the red and ink-like slender blade, with its attribute of blending water and fire, it could be ranked among the immortals. The leader of Lingwu in the past year.Turned over, its name is engraved on the heavy and imply chic Han Li, "Zangfeng."

The disciples standing at the door gasped, and stepped forward to observe the naked blade.

The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the little disciple can feel the sharpness of the blade even before he touches the blade.

"Strange, strange." Dongfang Jibai subconsciously summoned elves, but no elves came over for a long time.Just as he was wondering, he looked back, and saw those little elves who were always jumping away had fallen asleep on Su Qitao's shoulders.

And Su Qitao was still staring at a pair of clear and intelligent eyes, standing there obediently, not to mention how obedient and ignorant he was without moving.

"That's all." Dongfang couldn't laugh or cry, the elf liked pure people the most, but he didn't expect the elf to love Su Qitao so much - Su Qitao was so dirty that he could hardly see his original appearance.

"A knife with sharp sharpness, but it has the name of the famous sword Zangfeng." Dongfang Jibai chose a Moyu knife handle, and smashed it into the blank space of the Zangfeng knife handle in two or three times. Afterimages can be seen, "I hope that the person who holds him can act like your wish, and do it truly willfully."

Su Qitao took over Zang Feng and let Zang Feng's faint red glow wrap around his fingertips.

"Okay, let's go and choose a scabbard." Having met the well-behaved junior brother and seeing the rare Lingwu in a hundred years, Dongfang Jibai was in a very good mood and led the group out.

The silence in the knife room remained the same, but the edge was sharper.

It wasn't until Su Qitao left that the younger disciples all lamented his difficulty and marveled at the unreliable rumors.

"It's because I love my disciples so much that I have such a wish." Brother Linggongya shook his head, saying that it was impossible not to be envious.

Dongfang Bai smiled, but his eyes fell on him.

"...Master, I didn't say what you meant! I just lamented the fetters between Lord Taoyao and vanity. But it's no wonder that the two of them are restrained, and they should cherish each other."

Dongfang raised his eyebrows whitely, motioning for him to continue talking.Brother Linggongya told what he had heard and what he had seen. Dongfang became pale as he listened, until he finally cursed at absurdity.

Are those people really out of their minds? !

He honestly paid the money for the forging knife, and was stuffed with a pair of palace bell tassels with peach blossoms inside by his senior brother. Su Qi stood at the door of Linggong Cliff, frowning and thinking.

The terrain of Linggong Cliff is steep, and no one will come except for important things, so Su Qitao will not be watched like a monkey at the gate when Su Qitao is all gray and autumn.Just as he was about to pluck his hair, he realized that his right hand had turned into a mallet, which was useless.

"Tie that Peach Blossom Palace Bell on it." The magic mirror was eager to try, and Bulling Bulling flashed non-stop-it finally didn't have to hide and hide anymore, who knows how those little elves are so shrewd.

They stayed on Su Qitao's shoulders, not only because Su Qitao was extremely clean, but also because of the magic mirror itself.The magic mirror is the consciousness of this world, the purest, and the elves will naturally be attracted by the fact that one plus one is greater than two.

"But my right hand is now a mallet." Su Qitao was very serious, this 'stick' couldn't even cover his big sleeve, which showed how heavy it was.With a slight lift, one can feel a heavy resistance.

It can't even be scratched, it's still a palace bell.Su Qitao put down the big stick with a face in his hands, but he didn't know that the cat's face didn't look serious at all, on the contrary it was very funny.

It was hard for the magic mirror to see him like this, how could this child stay like this, it is always okay to wash his face with a ladle of water before leaving...

This isn't the first time he's suffocated like this.

After finally returning to Taoya, Su Qitao tremblingly changed his clothes, and tremblingly washed his face, finally regained the appearance of the handsome young man in white clothes and peach face.

Looking back, Su Tangli was standing at the door with a small basin and pestle, her pretty face wrinkled into a ball.She stared at the big stick protruding from Su Qitao's sleeve, her eyes were full of bewilderment.

It was easy to understand the meaning in her eyes, Su Qitao's cheeks flushed, and he waved the mallet to call people into the room.

"I'm fine." Su Qitao tapped the table with a mallet, "...But I want to ask you a favor."

Su Tangli nodded, took out her small notebook and scribbled several times.This is a thin charcoal pen specially made by the young disciples on the mountain after they learned that she could not speak. With Su Tangli's lightning-fast hand speed, she can write a refill in one day.

Su Qitao was curious and poked her head to look.

Su Tangli lifted up the little book and patted it with her paw.

[Call my sister. ] Su Tangli's little expression was very serious, and she had the intention of 'I'll help you if you don't call me today'.

"Okay." Su Qitao surrendered, "Sister."

Su Tangli felt relieved and grinned.The small movements of the hands are still non-stop, swish swish several times.

[What do you want me to do, brother? ] Ignoring the inexplicable subtlety in her heart, Su Qitao took out Zangfeng with her free left hand, and gently placed it in front of her, "I want to invite you to hand over Zangfeng to Huahua."

Su Tangli paused, took back her small notebook and continued writing.

[Why don't you go by yourself? ] "Well... He probably doesn't want to see me very much recently." Su Qitao blinked, smart and well-behaved.

It's a little pathetic.

The little girl's heart softened in an instant, and she patted her chest to express that she would definitely deliver Zang Feng safely, and Tao Tao didn't have to worry.