Apocalypse Arrival

After staying in the base for two days, Chu Qianxun used his own abilities and the magic seed in his hand to assist Granny Feng and Qi Yongchun, who had reached a critical point in the team, to upgrade their ranks.

Granny Feng, who became a second-order saint, can not only create dense fog within a certain range, but can even drop rain locally in humid weather, and make the weather clear when it rains lightly. All in all, she gradually developed the ability to control the weather in a small area.

Tier 2 Qi Yongchun still doesn't have any offensive ability, but he is not depressed, and even satisfied that he can bloom large and small flowers.

In the base, people engaged in crop production often come to ask the two of them for help and pay generous rewards. In the past few days, the house was even filled with various foods delivered by others, which greatly improved everyone's food.

Only Jiang Xiaojie was not happy.

"I want to rise to Tier 3 soon, Chihiro sister. You and Brother Pei Tian are getting better and better. I can hardly help."

"This kind of thing can't be rushed, Xiaojie." Chu Qianxun touched his head, "Don't force it."

On this day, Xin Ziming came to Chu Qianxun with the designed drawings.

"Team Xin, why did you come in person? Isn't your injury still not healed? You should call me over." Chu Qianxun let him onto the sofa in the living room.

Xin Ziming didn't say anything extra, spread out a thick stack of design drawings, and began to discuss various data and details with Chu Qianxun.

"I designed this pair of double knives according to the shape of the material, and when they were put in the scabbard, the double knives just fit together. The most important thing in the whole design is here," Xin Ziming pointed to an inlay on the handle of the black knife in the main hand. , Glanced at Chu Qianxun, "If you need, you can embed a magic seed here."

Chu Qianxun stood up and opened his mouth roundly.

The concept of inlaying magic seeds on weapons only gradually became popular after a few years. Even ten years after the doomsday, not everyone can afford to use the magic weapon that fits the magic seed.

This weapon is not only sturdy and sharp, but also comes with certain attack attributes, and with continuous battles, there is the possibility of self-improvement.

But if you want to refine this weapon, you not only have high requirements for materials and magic seeds, but also have extremely high requirements for designers and forgers.

It is not a simple matter to inlay a magic seed on the body of a monster. Not all materials removed from monsters can be inlaid with magic seeds.

The materials that can meet this requirement are mostly taken from some special fallen ones.

In view of the fact that the appearance of each fallen person is not the same, it is necessary to make a unique design.

In the later stage, I wanted to ask a designer to design a weapon alone, but it was a very expensive thing. Chu Qianxun had no idea that he could now have a weapon inlaid with a magic seed. Can not help but rejoice from the heart.

Xin Ziming was also relieved to see Chu Qianxun approve of his design in this way.

In the car at that time, considering Chu Qianxun's gender, he proposed to inlay some expensive gems on the hilt and scabbard for Chu Qianxun for free to increase the beauty. Chu Qianxun declined with a very contemptuous look.

He has repeatedly put forward the concept of inlaying demons into weapons within his team, and has verified that it is feasible with low-level demons, but has not been recognized by many people, even his best brother Feng Chengyu is the same. I feel this is too wasteful.

Unexpectedly, when most people were still unwilling to use magic seeds to make weapons, Chu Qianxun would agree with his design like this. Xin Ziming felt a bit of finding a confidant.

"But, with such a Tier 4 fallen person, it's best to be inlaid with a demon seed above Tier 4, right?" Chu Qianxun looked at the carefully designed drawings reluctantly. At present, Tier 4 monsters are almost impossible to find. She went to the information trading center several times and couldn't buy the relevant information no matter how high the price was.

Xin Ziming took out a cloth belt from his pocket, placed it on the table carefully, and drew the drawstring to reveal a green magic seed inside.

Chu Qianxun was really surprised this time: "What do you mean?"

"Do you have a Tier 3 Demon Seed? Change one for five." Xin Ziming said, "We don't need the Tier 4 Demon Seed for a while, so let's make it cheaper for you."

Before, he woke up from a coma and only said lightly to Chu Qianxun: I won't say thank you to you.

He did not say thank you, but he was using actions to pay back the favor.

Five low-level magic seeds are exchanged for a high-level magic seed, which is indeed the market price for the tax of the magic seed. But that is limited to tax exchanges between low-level demons. For those high-level magic seeds that are in short supply on the market, let alone the ratio of one to five, even if one to ten or one to twenty, no one will exchange it for you. Not to mention the Tier 4 magic seeds that are not seen on the market today.

Chu Qianxun knew that Xin Ziming's kindness to him, in addition to a sense of gratitude, also meant that he wanted to befriend a high-level prayer like her.

The greater a person's ability, the more respect and kindness he will receive. The weaker and incompetent, the more malice and oppression encountered. Such a criterion is even more obvious in the doomsday.

"Yes, there are exactly five." Chu Qianxun excitedly took out five Tier 3 magic seeds and scattered them on the table, but after thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to cover it.

"Lao Xin, I won't live here permanently. We must leave if the weapon is ready." Chu Qianxun didn't want to deceive him.

"Leaving? Where are you going?"

"My destination is to go to Ludao first. There is my family there."

Xin Ziming was silent. He left the Tier 4 Demon Seed to Chu Qianxun, with a little selfishness.

On the one hand, he wanted to return Chu Qianxun's favor, and more importantly, he hoped that Chu Qianxun's ability would improve as soon as possible. When their captain Feng Chengyu was upgraded to Tier 4, he would be able to get Chu Qianxun's help.

For their team, they cannot afford to lose Feng Chengyu.

He sighed, and put away Chu Qianxun's Tier 3 demon seeds, and confessed his thoughts, "Lao Feng will advance to Tier 4 sooner or later. To be honest, I was expecting you to help then. Fortunately, Ludao is not too far away, and we may be able to come and find you in the future."

When Ye Peitian came back, they saw Chu Qianxun and Xin Ziming meeting their heads, sitting on the sofa, discussing with a few drawings.

Xin Ziming was wearing a white shirt and glasses, holding a pen and scribbling on the drawing on the coffee table. Chu Qianxun touched his chin with one hand, his eyes lit up, adding a few words from time to time.

During this period, Xin Ziming subconsciously touched the wound on his abdomen, and Chu Qianxun hurriedly and diligently brought someone a cup of hot water.

The two discussed until the night darkened, when Xin Ziming put away the drawings and said goodbye, and agreed to go to the smelting center built by the base to make weapons together tomorrow.

Chu Qianxun smiled and escorted Xin Ziming back, who was unwell.

When he got home, Chu Qianxun, who was humming a small song in his mouth, was very happy.

The duplex building where they live has a living room on the first floor and a separate dining room. The dining room is next to the kitchen and there is a small storage room next to it.

Ye Peitian stood silently at the dining table, lowered his eyes, and slowly turned the glass of white water in his hand.

"Look. This is mine." Chu Qianxun sat down beside him, turning the Tier 4 magic seed between his fingers.

In her memory, Xin Ziming was a mean and cruel boss. In order to **** a high-level demon seed, he did not hesitate to use the demon to kill another group of equally notorious mercenaries.

At that time, someone secretly filmed this scene from a distance. Chu Qianxun still remembered the photos he saw in the newspaper. This man was standing in a sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, his white clothes stained with blood, a black scale hung on his neck, and his half-dark face with his glasses reflecting light. All I could see was a mouth that cracked and laughed.

Now it seems that, at least in the early days, Xin Ziming was still a shrewd man with a lot of human touch.

Chu Qianxun turned the magic seed in his hand to the light, played with it for a moment, and said with a smile of joy: "What a good person."

"It's not as good as me." Ye Peitian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said this sentence.

Chu Qianxun opened his mouth and looked up with surprise and amusement.

Ye Peitian turned away from her face, and closed her mouth tightly not to look at her.

At the beginning, Chu Qianxun thought that Ye Peitian would be a perverse and violent person, but later found out that he was very wrong. This was a simple silly white sweetness.

After she was sure that Ye Pei's body was soft and easily toppled, the man showed off his sharp little thorns again.

Chu Qianxun licked his lips, stood up, and walked next to Ye Peitian.

She took a step forward, and Ye Peitian took a step back subconsciously. Between the two steps, her back felt cold, and she had reached the wall, unable to retreat.

Ye Peitian's momentum disappeared, and the eyes that were nowhere to rest didn't know where to look.

Chu Qianxun leaned on the wall with one hand and whispered softly in his ear.

"Of course, you are the best, no one can compare to you."

Yan Xue walked down from the second floor. She saw a glass of water on the dining table, and the living room and dining room were empty.

"Qianxun hasn't come back yet?" she asked Gao Yan, who had just come out of the bedroom on the first floor.

"No? Didn't she go to send that Xin Ziming?" Gao Yan walked to the table and poured herself a glass of water.

"Hehe, that Xin Ziming is actually pretty good. He is so enthusiastic about Chihiro. Would you say Xiaoye would be jealous?"

"That's for sure," Gao Yan looked at no one everywhere, approaching Yan Xue's ear, "maybe she is hiding in the room and biting her quilt corner."

The joking words of the girls passed through the thin door to the storage room separated from the restaurant by the wall.

In that narrow and cluttered space, Ye Peitian tensed his body, leaned against the wall, and huddled with Chu Qianxun.

He heard Gao Yan push the door out, panic for a while, embarrassed to be hit by them, and pulled Qianxun into the storage room.

Unexpectedly, the two chatted in the restaurant, and they didn't mean to leave for a while. If you walked out with Yan Xue and Gao Yan's gaze at this time, you wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.

Ye Peitian could only restrain himself desperately, not letting out any subtle voices.

Chihiro had to start messing things up. She was like a clever cat. She trapped herself in a corner with her limbs. She stuck out her small tongue, licked on his neck, and kissed him a little bit. .

This is simply a kind of extreme torture, making him happy and painful.

He turned his face away and pressed his mouth tightly, hoping that Chihiro would let him go, and that she would never let him go.

Chu Qianxun looked at the man in front of him. He leaned against the wall with his face sideways. The blush on his face spread all the way down his neck. When he kissed him, the eyelashes of his closed eyes couldn't help shaking.

Originally, he didn't intend to bully him, but his arrogant appearance was too tempting.

The voices of Gao Yan and Yan Xue were close at hand.

Chu Qianxun dropped his kiss bit by bit, on his eyebrows, on his ears, on his cold lips.

Watching him flushed, watching him tremble slightly.

On such a night in the end of the world, I got such precious happiness and joy.

***

Forgers who can smelt the shells of monsters have a special ability. They can dissolve any material and reconsolidate.

But in the process of making weapons and armor, in addition to using abilities, there are still many steps that require the use of industrial age furnaces, lathes and other equipment.

These large-scale equipment are not something individuals can currently prepare. Therefore, basically every large base will provide a workshop dedicated to forging weapons for forgers.

The forgers in Feng Chengyu's team are here to create weapons for Chu Qianxun. He is a middle-aged man. After the end, he was favored by Feng Chengyu and Xin Ziming. They gathered the power of the team to train him for forging abilities, and now he has a small success.

Chu Qianxun waited patiently in the workshop for two days, and finally got his own weapon as he wished on this day.

The two knives are black and red, the black knives are thick and dull, simple and unpretentious, and the red knives are blood-red and beautiful.

The two swords were practiced, and when the handle of the main sword was inserted into the magic seed, there was even a low sigh in the air. At that moment, the blades of the two knives spread entwined with white vein-like markings.

Excited, the casting division carefully handed the weapon to Chu Qianxun’s hands.

"This is the first time that such a spiritual knife has been made. I feel that they can continue to grow in battle."

Chu Qianxun thanked him sincerely, holding a double-edged sword, and dancing with a sword, feeling a handy joy.

With double knives on her waist, she walked back to her residence.

It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

Chu Qianxun raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight in front of him.

The brilliant sun cast mottled lights and shadows on the earth.

Whenever there is light, there is shadow.

It's time to leave, she thought in her heart.

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