I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

The sharp blade broke open Meng Luoxi's lower abdomen, and the severe pain caused by the living spiritual weapon made her cry out in pain.

"Well!"

But because the little mouth was blocked by the spirit stone, he could only make a painful whine.

The hands and feet were tied around in large fonts, and a pair of slender legs tried hard to clamp them together, but they could only pull the restraints straight.

"Be patient a little longer..."

Normally it would not be so slow, but because Meng Luoxi had suffered a hemorrhage and her body was very fragile, Wu Fan was very careful when implanting the spiritual weapon.

At the same time, after the tip of the blade entered Meng Luoxi's body, it gradually decomposed into faint spiritual pressure particles in the body, and then completely integrated into the whole body.

50cm...

70cm...

Wu Fan pressed the blade down little by little, and Meng Luoxi's reaction became more intense.

Finally, when Wu Fan pressed the last part of the long knife's handle into Meng Luoxi's abdomen, a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly burst out from Meng Luoxi's whole body!

"Well!"

The spiritual pressure reached the critical value in an instant, and Meng Luoxi's body suddenly twisted violently, her abdomen pushed upwards, and her entire waist pushed upwards to the extreme!

Click!

The severe pain even made her bite the spirit stone in her mouth to pieces!

"Something's wrong!"

Feeling the changes in Meng Luoxi's spiritual pressure, Wu Fan's expression suddenly became serious, because the energy level was much higher than he expected.

"What exactly is going on!?"

It was also Wu Fan's first time to do a spiritual weapon transplant, and he was still under the guidance of Meng Luoxi, but Meng Luoxi's reaction was really a bit overwhelming at the moment, which made him a little overwhelmed for a while.

The wound on Meng Luoxi's waist and abdomen healed instantly, and a greater amount of spiritual pressure exploded in her body again. She saw that the mass-produced rusty long knife that Wu Fan had just transplanted into her body was exuding white blood. Reiatsu floats in the sky.

"Success?"

Now that Meng Luoxi has been able to summon the spiritual weapon, it proves that the spiritual weapon transplant operation was successful, but Wu Fan has not waited long to be happy...

A change has occurred!

Buzz!

The copied tattered long knife, while emitting white spiritual pressure, suddenly emerged with a strange blood-red spiritual pressure!

Uh-huh!

After this blood-red spiritual pressure appeared, Meng Luoxi's mouth suddenly opened wide, she began to breathe rapidly, and even rolled her eyes!

"This is!?"

The blood-red spiritual pressure only appeared for a moment, and then dissipated instantly. However, after the blood-red spiritual pressure disappeared, the clone sword no longer emitted the faint gray-white spiritual pressure before, but...

Brilliant gold!

"SSR level!?"

Not only that, the mottled rust stains and uneven gaps on the previously copied long knife have all disappeared!

Not only have the rust and chips disappeared, but the blade body has also changed slightly from the original one.

Meng Luoxi's long sword, a spiritual weapon, has a straight blade, 1.15 meters long, and a blade width of 2 fingers. The blade is clean and sharp, and has a faint cold light even in the dark. You can tell at a glance that it is a peerless knife!

"Uh-huh!"

The long knife floating in the air turned into golden spiritual pressure particles and slowly integrated into Meng Luoxi's body. The entire laboratory returned to the quiet environment where no one was before.

"ha..."

I don't know whether it was the blood collapse, the spiritual weapon transplant operation, or the last change in the spiritual weapon that consumed all Meng Luoxi's physical strength. At this time, she could only lie limply on the operating table, her whole body wet with sweat, her heavy chest rising and falling slowly, and the only sound left in the entire laboratory was her heavy breathing.

"are you OK?"

After a while, after sensing that the spiritual pressure in Meng Luoxi's body had stabilized, Wu Fan walked over and took a look and found that the other party had fallen into a deep sleep.

"It should be no big problem."

There were no beds or soft couches in the Saint Mask space, so Wu Fan let Meng Luoxi sleep on the operating table. After all, he was not a hypocritical person.

"call..."

Wu Fan took a deep breath, and a feeling of exhaustion came to his heart.

Think about it carefully.

From the night attack on the cult base at the Judgment Office, to the rescue of Meng Luoxi from the secret prison by slashing and killing, to the double-A battle outside the sky window to find Wu Neng, and then he was attacked by the golden-faced apostle, and then he was attacked by the red-coated apostle. He shot Judgment, then ran over mountains and ridges and was almost blasted into thin air by the roar of a big demon, killed a bunch of spiritual cores for Wu Neng, and finally transplanted a spiritual weapon to Meng Luoxi. All of this was just this one night. what happened there.

"If I don't sign up for the Warrior Triathlon, the champion of this event should give me a knock."

When Wu Fan thought of this idea, although his body was still sitting with his back leaning against the operating table, he had already fallen asleep. This time, it's no longer 3 seconds, nor 1 second, but...

Seamless connection!

...

"Brother Wu Fan~"

"Brother Yudi~ Just open your eyes~"

While Wu Fan was sleeping, he first heard a female voice calling his name from Dream of Red Mansions, and then heard the voice of the King of the Daughter Kingdom calling Tang Monk Yudi Gege in Journey to the West. Just when he was fascinated...

"Wu Fangiegie~"

"Your girlfriend won't be angry if I call you that~"

After hearing that giegie, Wu Fan's whole body trembled, and he lost all sleep in an instant. He jumped up from the ground. After looking around, he only saw Meng Luoxi squinting his eyes and looking at the corner of his mouth. he.

"Hiss...ha..."

Wu Fan took a breath of air, and then let it out helplessly.

"Do you think this is interesting?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, Wu Fan directly changed the subject and asked: "How do you feel about your body? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Meng Luoxi pursed her lips, then snorted to Wu Fan angrily:

"Except for the slight pain from the wound you stabbed, everything else..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"You should add the words 'with a long knife'!"

Wu Fan felt that the woman in front of him was very difficult to deal with. She was really difficult to deal with. Why hadn't he noticed this before when he was in Warrior High School?

The other party used some great harmonious reasons to stimulate him crazily. Although the thoughts in his mind had no bottom line, he still had to pretend that he could only watch but not eat.

This made Wu Fan very uncomfortable!

Wu Fan had no choice but to continue changing the topic. He noticed that Meng Luoxi's limbs were still bound by restraints, so he asked enthusiastically.

"You have become a warrior, right? Why don't you break free from the restraints on your hands and feet?"

When he said this, he felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, Meng Luoxi seemed to be waiting for these words.

I saw her blinking her big watery eyes, symbolically retracting her imprisoned hands, and clamping the roots of her snow-white and tender thighs together, leaving her slender calves stretched apart by the restraints, twisting her body back and forth. , said in a pitiful tone:

"I want you to help me untie it~"