0p0 Chapter 205 It's Not a System
Chapter 205 It's Not a System
"One million merit points?" Rong Jin showed surprise on his face. He looked at Yan Muhuai, raised his hand and pointed at his face, and asked uncertainly, "Is it my contribution?"
Yan Muhuai looked at him with a half-smile, "Yes, that's why we saved up one million merit points in advance. Don't you know what you did?"
"Master, I really don't know." Rong Jin felt the questioning tone in Yan Muhuai's voice, and hurriedly sat down beside him and took his hand.
Rong Jin drew the contract formation without telling Yan Muhuai, and was in a coma for several days afterwards. Although he is awake now and looks fine, this matter cannot just let go.
But at the moment, it is obviously more important to exchange Thirty-five's body.
In order to make the atmosphere less awkward, he took the initiative to find a topic, "Then Master has gained hundreds of thousands of fans in the past few days, which is amazing."
“Of course. The TV series filmed by the host is very popular. Although he only had a role in one episode, he has now become the national guru recognized by netizens.” When it came to praising Yan Muhuai, Thirty-Five had no choice but to do so.
Thirty-five This sentence triggered a key word, and Rong Jin frowned instantly, "National Master?"
"Well... this is not important. Thirty-five come here, we will replace the other half of the sword body." The moment before, Rong Jin was still feeling guilty and Yan Muhuai had the upper hand, but in the blink of an eye, there was a risk of their positions being reversed.
Seeing Thirty-Five jump onto Yan Muhuai's palm and close his eyes, Rong Jin was afraid of disturbing it, so he could only suppress his curiosity for the time being.
When Yan Muhuai contacts Thirty-five, he can see the system mall again. After getting his consent, Thirty-five can use merit points to exchange things in the mall.
In the past few days, as the merit points were getting closer and closer to two million, Sanshiwu would check the slot where the broken sword was placed in the mall almost every minute. Now he found the slot with ease, as if he was afraid that Yan Muhuai would suddenly regret it, and he exchanged the two million merit points without hesitation.
After the broken sword was exchanged, the entire grid disappeared, and then even the system mall disappeared.
And then nothing happened.
Thirty-five was in Yan Muhuai's palm, and opened its cute big eyes to look at him, "Uh... Master Host, have we been tricked? Where is my mighty sword? The merit points have been consumed, but the sword has not appeared."
It spread out a pair of short hands, with nothing in them. "Last time I exchanged for the Soul Gathering Pill like this, it appeared directly in my hands."
Yan Muhuai was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly figured out the reason.
He closed his eyes and looked inward into his sea of consciousness, and sure enough, he saw the other half of the broken sword hanging in the center.
This half has two-thirds of the entire sword, while Mingfei's half only has one-third.
But although it is also a broken sword, this half is so radiant that if it weren't for the obvious flaws on the sword, you wouldn't be able to tell from its aura that it is a broken sword.
With a thought, he summoned the broken sword from his sea of consciousness.
A broken sword flashing with dazzling light appeared in front of him. Sanshiwu and Mingfei were both affected by its power. Their bodies began to tremble and they looked like they were about to be sucked up.
"What are you doing? We agreed to have it in half each. Thirty-five, control it and don't take my body." Ming Fei's voice was nervous. She resisted for a while and found that it was just her arm twisting her thigh. Her strength was far inferior to that of the other half of the broken sword, and she couldn't block it at all.
"I, I can't control it. I'm going to be sucked up. Host, please save me, ah ah ah..." Thirty-five screamed and turned into a ray of white light and drilled into the broken sword.
After it entered the broken sword, Ming Fei felt that the power that wanted to absorb her disappeared, and she quickly flew away.
Yan Muhuai and Rong Jin held hands and looked at each other, no one spoke.
All he could hear was Thirty-five's heart-wrenching cry. It was clearly the body he had been thinking about so much, but now that it had been sucked into the broken sword, it was crying out as if it was being tortured to death.
Thirty-five's barking continued for two minutes with no sign of weakening. Yan Muhuai then called out to it worriedly, "Thirty-five, are you okay?"
He thought that the process of Thirty-Five merging with his body was a bit painful, so it was crying. However, so much time has passed, and Thirty-Five's crying has not weakened, but has become more and more intense.
"Is this really its body? It doesn't sound like it." Rong Jin stared at the broken sword. Combining it with the part on Ming Fei's side, he could easily imagine the appearance of the whole sword. "Master, look at the pattern on the sword. Does it look like snowflakes?"
"It's a snowflake. Seven snowflakes form the Big Dipper pattern, and a snowflake also has seven petals." Yan Muhuai made a judgment, "No wonder there are so many sevens in the number 35. It's all fate."
As the two were talking, Sanshiwu's screams became louder, and then a blue slime popped out from the broken sword and slapped the ground with a "bang", flattening the entire ball. You can imagine how much effort it took for it to get out.
Thirty-five angrily got up from the ground, and pointed at the two people on the sofa with trembling hands, "You two dogs, I screamed so miserably, but you didn't save me. You even had the mind to watch the snowflakes on the side. I am very disappointed in you!"
"Aren't you okay?" Yan Muhuai estimated the time in his mind and thought he would take action when he thought it was about time, but he didn't expect that Sanshiwu would solve it first.
The result was different from what he expected. He thought that he would reappear as a broken sword after the age of thirty-five, but he did not expect that he would turn back into a slime.
Moreover, it was white when it went in, and was full of spiritual energy when it came out. This further proves that although it screamed miserably in the broken sword just now, it did no harm to itself.
"Master, you've learned bad things from this bastard. You don't even love me anymore." Thirty-five turned around, unwilling to look at him again.
It raised its short hand and controlled the broken sword to fly towards Ming Fei. Before Ming Fei dodged, it said, "I can't use this body yet. I'll lend it to you first to let the sword recover. It will be good for you."
Although Thirty-Five's appearance has not changed and its voice is still the same, the tone of its speech is obviously different from before.
It is no longer in that clear and stupid state, but as soon as you listen to it, you feel that it knows a lot and is very profound.
Hearing its unquestionable tone, Ming Fei really did not dodge and allowed the half broken sword to suck her in.
The two halves of the broken sword merged into one, becoming a complete long sword. The whole sword was silver-white in color, and the style was not complicated. There was a seven-petal snowflake pattern of the Big Dipper carved on the sword, and there were no other patterns elsewhere, but the overall look was very noble.
Ming Fei was sucked into the entire sword, but she did not feel any discomfort. Instead, she felt abundant spiritual energy and could even transform directly into a human.
She originally wanted to change back into human form, but when she thought about the fact that she had used Fu Yu's body before, if she changed back and Luo Han saw her, he would be sad again, so she resisted the urge to change her form.
Rong Jin raised his eyebrows after hearing what Thirty-five said, "Master, it just called you Master, not Host."
Thirty-five turned around and looked at him, "He is my master, the master of this sword. I am not some shitty system!"