Porter of Two Worlds - Chapter 196

"It's so cold!"

In the rented villa, Aspen, who came back from another world, fought a cold war. Then he realized that it was almost winter on the earth side. Δ㈧㈠ 中 Δ 文 网 『Δ⒈

The black gurgles around were obviously in the middle of the night. After turning on the lights, he saw the blood on his body and felt uncomfortable. He threw the blood-sword sword in his hands at random, and rushed to the bathroom when he turned on the air conditioner.

There was hot water at any time in the villa. He took off his **** clothes and put them in the automatic washing machine.

When I was a kid, I used half a bottle of aspen to wash my body wash. I put on a clean and thick set of clothes refreshingly. I do n’t need to wash the cleaned clothes. I just took them out of the washing machine and throw them in the trash.

There was also some blood on the floor of the room. I found a towel and wiped it off. The towel was thrown in the washing machine and washed. The blood rushed into the drain and the towel was gone ...

Lie on the bed, turn on the phone and watch the time, it was only one o'clock in the middle of the night.

"It is estimated that the week will not pass there. Wanhualou will definitely be a place of right and wrong. Regardless of your ups and downs, it is not my business. I just take a good rest and play during this time. Anyway, Lao Tzu is not bad money. Well, it was such a pleasant decision. "

Throw away what Wanhualou's blood lotus taught, and saw the blood-sworded sword that he was thrown away at random before, and it was surprising that the blood-sworded sword actually penetrated the floor, leaving only a sword handle still inserted on the floor. .

"I'm going, how sharp is this? I just throw it away so casually."

Shocked in his heart, the poplar's idea extended and merged into the blood-sworded sword. The sword flew up again, leaving only a small gap of three centimeters in length on the ground.

The blood-stained sword floated in front of the poplar's eyes, so he had time to look carefully at the sword.

The hilt and the sword body are one and the same material. They are covered with blood-stained blood-stained steel. The sword body is three feet long and thin. It is only about four millimeters thick.

"The blood-steel forged long sword, the semi-finished Shinto sword, seems to be fluttering, but it is so heavy that I can't hold it. This is completely inconsistent with the laws of physics, because the metal density of this material is too high or because of Shinto. Is it so heavy for the sake of the craftsmanship? The strangest thing is that such heavy things can be controlled by my thoughts, such as arms and fingers. Obviously, my thoughts can only control about 20 grams of heavy objects ... "

Confused, Poplar experimented a bit, putting the blood-sword sword aside and controlling other things with his mind. That ’s right, he can only control a weight of 20 grams, and there is nothing more he can do, but he can control it. I don't know how many blood-printed swords!

"Strange, I don't understand, but there are two reasons for this. One is that this metal material can completely fit the idea and integrate with the idea, which has caused me to control the sword like a finger. There is also a reason for this situation, which is that it is made by Shinto refining technique. It is estimated that it depicts so-called matrix formations and other things, which increases its weight in violation of science and fits my ideas perfectly ... "

Thinking about it, Aspen used the idea to integrate the blood-sword sword, and felt every place of the sword body carefully, but just felt that the blood-sword sword was just a part of his body, nothing else.

If you can't figure out what to do, why bother with that brain, anyway, the result is that the sword can control itself.

As soon as his heart moved, his brain opened wide, could he also fly like a sword in the legendary sword fairy?

Do it when you think about it, stand up, let the blood-sword sword fly, and float a few centimeters above the ground. Anyway, the blood-sword sword is just like a part of your body. You are not afraid to cut your feet, so you stand up carefully. !!

Then, with a snap, the Bloodsword fell to the ground.

"No, I ca n’t bear my weight. Yes, although I can control the flight of the Bloodweave Sword with my mind, but I cannot carry myself. This is like I can raise my arm, but I cannot lift myself. It's a reason to get up, but I guess when my mind is strong enough to hold my own weight, I can fly the sword, paralysis, what kind of sword does it need to fly at that time? I can surround myself with my thoughts and fly It's ... "

Think of these aspens depressed.

Then test the sharpness of the blood pattern sword. This is the bull's fork. The blood pattern sword flew up. The cabinet in the room was torn by the blood pattern sword like a torn piece of paper. The walls are no different from cutting tofu. ...

After some experiments, he was almost the same as Shoujia. When he saw something, he cut it down. In the end, the villa was almost demolished by Poplar. Nothing was found to withstand the sharpness of the Bloodweave Sword!

"It's terrible to my brother. Is there any God blocking and killing God within 25 meters!"

Standing in the messy living room, Aspen reached out and stroked the sword body floating in front of his eyes and stared at himself.

Then, after a cold war, it was so cold. I rushed to the bedroom to cover the quilt to be comfortable. I dazzled to see the black token of the unknown material that was thrown together in the corner when I lost the bloodweave sword. The Bloodweave Sword to cut that token is also an item refined by the Shinto refiner. Which one is the tougher?

Facts have proved that Poplar thinks about it too much. Weapons are weapons after all. Although the token has a magical effect, the material must not be compared with the weapon. Under the blood-printed sword, that token is easily cut in half! Then simply cut it into pieces and scrap it up.

There were no special circumstances, and the poplar was sleepy, and the blood-sword sword pierced the wall and turned to sleep ...

In the early morning the next day ... Uh ... just past ten o'clock, Bai Yang woke up refreshedly, saw the messy room, scratched his head and said nothing. This was all done by myself.

I found a mobile phone, looked for a decoration company, and called the other party to restore the place after making the call.

After getting up and washing, I took out the clothes I washed last night and took them out to the trash can. The person from the home improvement company came over and told me. He took the blood-sworded sword into the garage and drove the six-round Mercedes pickup to leave the villa.

First went to Song Yidao's Royal Royal Banquet. The waiter stunned and ate a large table of meals, drank enough, swiped the card to check out, and drove a Mercedes-Benz pickup to his own metal processing factory.

Take a look at the ground, I go, what's the situation indifferent?

Drive the car to the door. Now there are dozens of idle guys here. There is only one buddy playing a stand-alone game in the security room at the door. There is no network cable here ...

"Wang Qingjiang, how about Xiongda? How about you?"

The poplar's memory burst, and the guy in the security room asked his neck in the car.

"It's the boss. Brother Xiong, they went after the group of water ghosts. I told you, weren't the groups of water ghosts caught on the note last time, hey, that group of wine pouches and rice bags. I didn't expect that group of water ghosts to get involved. After a loss of soldiers, the water ghost ran away and was being tracked down everywhere. Brother Xiong also tried to find a way to chase it and see if it could be robbed by fire. "

Wang Qingjiang Ma Liu came to the car and said to Bai Yang.

How long has it been before giving up? Aspen was speechless, lovingly, ‘holding’ the blood-sworded sword and got out of the car, shaking in front of Wang Qingjiang and saying:

"It's up to you, are there any scraps of titanium alloy? Get me a scabbard"

"This is simple. The boss is assured. It will be fine soon, but boss, where did you get this sword? Why does it look so wicked? It looks like there is bloodshot on it.

Wang Qingjiang said while looking at the blood-sword sword in Bai Yang's hands.

"You know a woolen yarn. This is an antique that I spent 80 million dollars. It ’s just been unearthed for a long time, ox fork? Is there so much nonsense, hurry up and get me a scabbard.

Aspen opened his mouth and talked, this is the sword of another world. I will tell you?

"The boss's atmosphere, have time to play for me ... I'll go get the scabbard for the boss first"

Wang Qingjiang grinned and ran to the workshop.

"I can't play it for you"

Aspen poked his mouth and followed.

After entering the workshop, I saw an electronic scale on the side. I took Wang Qingjiang's attention and put the blood-sword sword on it. What made Bai Yang dumbfounded was that this seemingly fluttering blood-sword sword was so heavy. One hundred and forty-five kilograms!

It's almost three hundred pounds. It's no wonder that it can't hold it. Is this because of the density of the material or the problem of the refining method?

Bai Yang is dumbfounded, but the amount of information is too little to understand, and he cannot use this sword to analyze the material composition, not to mention the origin of the problem, in case who breaks it?

Wang Qingjiang quickly prepared the scabbard for Aspen. He played with machinery and still had his vision. The scabbard was not only just right, but also made a nice pattern with a laser on it. After spray painting, it was matched with the blood-sword sword. There is no sense of disobedience.

"Okay, I'm leaving now, let's play slowly"

Getting things, Aspen is very irresponsible.

The blood-stained sword is too heavy, and he can't afford it. It seems to be inserted into the scabbard. In fact, his mind is under control, and the weight of a scabbard is in his hand.

Came back to the car ~ ~ After thinking about it, he took out his wallet and found the VIP card that Tang Shiliu gave him. The first time the phone call was connected, a sweet voice asked:

"Dear Supreme VIP member Mr. Bai, how can I help you?"

He meowed, or a VIP VIP membership card. Tang Shiliu had enough money, saying:

"That's it. I have a sword in my hand, it is a controlled item, but I like it. It's not easy to bring it with me. Get an expert to get an art collection certificate or antique collection certificate."

With those certificates, this sword can be taken on a plane train, even if the police detect it, it's alright.

"Okay Mr. Bai, could you please provide a photo of that sword and your address, we will send it to you as soon as we get it ready"

"Okay, send me where I live"

Hanging up the phone, Bai Yang took a picture of the blood-sword sword and passed it on, and then he thought, what did he do next? (To be continued.)