A Mistaken Marriage with Mr. CEO

"Bringing bragging again!" Although A Ling's mouth was hitting Shen Yuan, she chased after her body honestly.

After the two left the teahouse, they came to the casting area on the inner city side.

This piece of house is used to forge weapons.

All swordsmiths will come here to forge weapons.

Because the charges here are low, the service is good, and it is safe, many swordsmiths will choose to come to the sword casting area of ​​the main city to forge weapons.

Shen Yuan found the manager and showed his identity as a swordsmith. The other party immediately arranged a swordsmithing room for Shen Yuan and A Ling.

The sword casting room is three rooms with a small courtyard.

Shen Yuan regarded the two inside as his own studio, and the outside as his bedroom.

Ayan pointed to her nose and asked, "What about me? Where do I live?"

Shen Yuan took out a sleeping bag from his baggage and threw it to Ayan: "You sleep under the eaves, so no one would dare to steal something!"

Aya: "..."

It's okay, because you spend money on renting a house, I will not care about you generously!

You must be jealous of my picturesque beauty, my ingenuity, and my heart!

Pooh!

A Ling angrily dragged the sleeping bag under the window, then tidyed up the quilt, went in and lay down for a while, it was actually very comfortable.

Well, it is really comfortable.

After all, there is a large cast stove inside, the fire is endless, and the grilled walls are warm and comfortable!

Shen Yuan took out his own special stove from the package, ordered the best charcoal fire from the supervisor here, and laid out the materials for the sword.

A Ling squatted and watched Shen Yuan's work. She couldn't help with this work, so she could only squat and watch the excitement.

"Su asked, why did you practice swordsmanship before?" Ayan couldn't help asking.

"Because I fight the five scums, can't beat others, and can't be idle, so let's cast a sword." Shen Yuanyun replied calmly.

"You lied to the ghost!" Ayan blurted out: "Which blind man saw you fighting the five scums? The breath on you is clearly the most dangerous!"

Shen Yuan laughed: "Yes, I lie to you, kid!"

Aya: "..."

Is this molesting?

Right?

"Su asked, is your sword-making skill really strong?" Ayan had nothing to say.

"You'll know in a moment." Shen Yuan put the last material away and lit the ground fire. The ground fire provided by the main city was very good, the flames were concentrated, alchemy and sword forging could not be better.

Shen Yuan threw the charcoal fire in, opened the furnace, and threw in the same materials.

Shen Yuan kept patting the furnace, and after he had memorized the textbooks given by the system, the materials were all melted!

The molten iron was poured into the mold, and Shen Yuan grabbed the hammer and began to work!

Every time it hits to the extreme, the impurities are tempered little by little.

Ayan looked dazzled: "Just playing a game, why are you so serious? When I watch others make swords, just read a formula!"

"It's called a sense of ritual." Shen Yuan said with a curl of his lips: "Sword casting is to temper! This is called sword casting! They change into weapons by reciting the formula, vulgar!"

"Fine, everything you say is right, everything you say is reasonable!" Ayan was too lazy to pay attention to him, stood up straight, ran into someone else's yard, and watched others forge weapons.

This game is a holographic online game, so it is doomed that not all players can cast swords.

Therefore, according to the program set in the game, you can automatically cast a success by reading a word.

Everyone else is like this.

Therefore, the process of forging the sword is very beautiful, only Shen Yuan who is crazy, really like ironing, ding-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang personally wielded a hammer to forge weapons!

After a lap in the casting area, Ayan finally went back contentedly.

As soon as she entered the door, Ayan saw a short sword more than a foot long flying in the air.

Ayan made a leap a year before, raising her hand and grabbing the dagger.

The moment the finger grasped the hilt of the sword, Aya waved it in place, subconsciously using a sword technique.

Shen Yuan stood at the door, squinting at Ayan's swordsmanship.

Ayan's swordsmanship is very sharp and very monotonous.

Every move is a killer move, no move is superfluous, it kills!

It seems that in reality, Aya is either a killer or an industry related to the killer.

Unexpectedly, I will meet a colleague or companion with amnesia in the game.

What is the purpose of her coming to the game?

What can a killer with amnesia do?

It's just a waste move, right?

Shen Yuan looked at Ah Ling with a pity on his face. At this time, Shen Yuan judged Ah Ling as the abandoned killer, so he could only find his presence in the game world.

Otherwise, how could you lose your memory?

Ah Ling didn't know what Shen Yuan was. After finishing a set of swordsmanship, she said to Shen Yuan excitedly: "This weapon is really good, give it to me?"

Shen Yuan snatched it and said lazily: "This is a weapon of full rank. In your hands, you can't even use a tenth of its power!"

A Ling was not convinced: "I don't believe it, you are also at full level, try it!"

Shen Yuan glanced at her sideways and said, "Look at it!"

Shen Yuan grabbed the hilt of the sword and jumped into the yard. He fought a set of swordsmanship that Ayan had just fought on the spot.

When Shen Yuan shot, Ah Ling's face suddenly changed!

Her eyes were in a trance, and a picture flashed through her mind quickly. In the picture, she was expressionless, holding a knife in her hand, and stabbing it fiercely.

But then, I can see nothing!

"Ah!" Ayan knelt on the ground, clutching her head, "It hurts!"

Shen Yuan retracted the sword, rushed to Ayan's face, raised his hand and held down the back of Ayan's hand: "Don't move! Don't think, calm down!"

"I can't remember, I can't think of anything! Ah, who am I?" Ayan knelt on the ground all of a sudden, his face pale and sweating.

Without any hesitation, Shen Yuan raised his hand and struck Ah Ling in the back of the neck. A Ling suddenly fell to the ground.

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes: "It seems that your memory has been banned, so you can't recall it easily! Who on earth would give you such a ban? Interesting!"

Shen Yuan put away the short sword, picked up Ayan, and stuffed it directly into the sleeping bag under the window, then turned back to the sword casting room, and continued forging and casting.

Ah Ling didn't woke up leisurely until the afternoon of the next day.

Ayan stared at her hands blankly, but she couldn't remember why she was in a coma.

"Wake up?" Shen Yuan sounded abruptly from outside the door: "Since you are awake, let's eat something!"

After speaking, Shen Yuan threw a paper bag over.

Ayan raised her hand and grasped it accurately. "Uh, thank you." Ayan looked at the pulpy roasted sweet potatoes that she had caught, and said awkwardly: "I tried too hard."