Draw Goddess from Douluo

Under the afternoon sun, every leaf on the grass seemed to be telling their story softly. In this tranquility, the conversation between Lin Fan and Ji Ziyue contained a hint of unspeakable tension.

"Yes." Lin Fan lowered his head, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice. He didn't dare to look into Ji Ziyue's eyes, because he knew that those eyes must be shining with a serious and serious light at this moment.

Ji Ziyue didn't seem to care about Lin Fan's silence. She took light steps and carefully knelt down. Her eyes were completely attracted by the mysterious long sword on the grass. Her small jade hands gently stroked the sword body, as if she was feeling the secrets it contained.

Lin Fan secretly raised his head and glanced at Ji Ziyue. He noticed that Ji Ziyue's eyes changed several times, sometimes as deep as the sea, sometimes as bright as stars. That serious look was something he had never seen before. He knew that Ji Ziyue must have had a strong interest in this sword.

"Lin Fan, what's its name?" Ji Ziyue's voice broke the silence. Her tone was not as cheerful as before, but a little more gentle.

Lin Fan hesitated for a moment, and finally answered: "The Sword of Blood and Light is the name I gave it." There was a trace of frustration in his voice, as if the name brought back unpleasant memories for him.

"Haha, what a terrible name. I wonder how you came up with it?" Ji Ziyue looked at Lin Fan with a hint of smile in her beautiful eyes. She didn't seem to be unhappy because of Lin Fan's frustration. Instead, she found the name somewhat interesting.

Lin Fan's face turned slightly red, and he explained with some embarrassment: "Because it changed from Supreme to Mortal Iron because of a streak of blood, so I gave it this name." His voice gradually lowered, as if Just making excuses for your own failure.

Ji Ziyue listened to Lin Fan's explanation, but did not show any disappointment or contempt. She gently stroked the sword, as if feeling everything it had experienced. She knew that this sword was of great significance to Lin Fan. It was not just a sword, but also Lin Fan's dream and pursuit.

"Lin Fan, do you know? In fact, every sword has its own soul and story." Ji Ziyue raised her head and looked at Lin Fan and said, "Maybe this bloody light is not a bad thing, it may be this sword The unique imprint is also unknown.”

Lin Fan couldn't help but look at Ji Ziyue in surprise after hearing her words. He didn't expect Ji Ziyue to say this, let alone that she would understand him so well. The frustration and loss in her heart seemed to be dispelled by Ji Ziyue's words in an instant, and were replaced by a wave of warmth and emotion.

He raised his head to meet Ji Ziyue's eyes and said: "Thank you Ziyue, I know you said this to comfort me. But you are right. Every sword has its own soul and story. Maybe this The blood light is really the unique mark of this sword." When he said this, his heart was filled with expectations and longing for the future, as if he had already seen the day when he successfully forged his own supreme sword.

Ji Ziyue couldn't help but feel a little moved when she saw Lin Fan's renewed fighting spirit and belief. She knew that her words had helped Lin Fan regain his confidence and courage. This friendship makes her feel extremely precious and happy. She believes that as long as they work together, the future will be even better and more brilliant.

The sun shone on them, casting them with a golden glow, and the wind on the grass blew gently with a hint of coolness and fragrance, as if sending them the best blessings. At this moment, they seemed to feel each other's heartbeat and breathing, as if they were the only two people left in the whole world. They looked at each other and smiled, their hearts filled with expectations and longing for the future.

In the days that followed, Lin Fan returned to the work of making swords. He is no longer as eager for success as before, but pays more attention to every detail and step. He knew that only in this way could he forge a supreme sword that truly belonged to him.

And Ji Ziyue has always been by Lin Fan's side, providing him with all kinds of help and support. She not only helped Lin Fan search for various precious materials and ores, but also explained to him many skills and experiences about sword-making. With Ji Ziyue's help, Lin Fan's sword-making skills have been greatly improved, and his understanding of sword-making has also deepened.

Finally one day, after countless failures and attempts, Lin Fan successfully forged a brand new Supreme Sword. This sword not only possesses powerful power and endless potential, but also contains Lin Fan's hard work and dreams. The moment he saw this sword, tears of excitement flashed in his eyes, as if all his efforts had been rewarded.

Ji Ziyue also felt extremely gratified and happy for Lin Fan's success. She knew what this Supreme Sword meant to Lin Fan, and how much effort and sweat he had put in for this moment. She walked to Lin Fan, stretched out her hands and hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to convey all her blessings and joy to him.

"Lin Fan, congratulations on successfully forging your own Supreme Sword." Ji Ziyue's clear and sweet voice seemed to be the most beautiful hymn reverberating in Lin Fan's ears, "I know you can do it because You are a person of firm belief and unremitting pursuit.”

Lin Fan felt a warm feeling in his heart after listening to Ji Ziyue's words. He knew that this success not only belonged to himself but also to Ji Ziyue who had been by his side. Without her support and encouragement, he might have given up long ago. He hugged Ji Ziyue tightly, as if he wanted to integrate this gratitude and joy into the hug.