Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

"Yeah."

Lan Shuang nodded seriously and smiled, happy and pure.

"Actually, Shuang'er understands everything, but Master is the first person who firmly chooses me. No matter what, your kindness to me is real, so Shuang'er will follow you no matter what."

"Besides, the poison in Shuang'er's body is useful to Master. I am really happy to finally confirm this and know that I can help you."

As she said, she took out a piece of cloth-wrapped thing from her arms and handed it to Chang Qing.

"Master, this is the second gift, open it and take a look."

Chang Qing opened the silk cloth wrapped around it and found it was an exquisite dagger.

He has the habit of carrying a dagger with him, whether it is cutting meat or cutting wrists and throats, it is very convenient.

The dagger was sealed in a wooden sheath. The wooden handle and wooden sheath were made of the same level of craftsmanship as the mask he wore today.

Lan Shuang's craftsmanship is very good. The wooden handle is very suitable for holding. The wooden sheath is exquisite. The resistance of the sealed dagger is moderate. It can be pulled out with a little force, and it will not fall out even if you fiddle with it casually.

But it is just an ordinary thing after all.

Just when Chang Qing was about to put the dagger away and say a few polite words to Lan Shuang, the hand holding the wooden sheath suddenly stopped.

"No way... this..."

He pulled out the dagger.

Although the entire dagger is made of metal, the tip is not silver, but a white section. It is polished very sharp, slightly glowing blue, with a chill.

"This is..."

Chang Qing was stunned, and then suddenly reacted.

He grabbed Lan Shuang's wrist, pulled her left hand in front of him, and stared at the gauze wrapped around her little finger.

"This is yours..."

"Hmm..."

Lan Shuang nodded as if she was a little shy.

Chang Qing instantly distinguished that unique aura.

The tip of the dagger was a piece of Lan Shuang's finger bone.

She actually cut off her own finger and made it into a gift for Chang Qing.

"Master, do you like it?"

Holding her hand by Chang Qing, Lan Shuang stared at the broken finger, and seemed a little excited, her voice trembling and unnatural.

"Nonsense, let me heal you later."

Chang Qing's voice was a little stern.

I have to admit that Lan Shuang's gift is indeed a good thing. Although it is just a piece of finger bone, it contains extremely pure condensed frost cold marrow.

Although it is separated from the body, the condensed frost cold marrow cannot be regenerated and has become water without a source, but the poison in this dagger alone is enough to poison an ordinary Venerable.

The most important thing is that unless the other party has a very high attainment in poison, he will not be able to see the danger of this dagger at all.

He may even regard it as an ordinary object because there is no fluctuation of spiritual power on it.

The cultivators are very sensitive to spiritual power and spiritual energy, but they often disdain ordinary things.

If this thing is used as a hidden weapon, as a means of counterattack, it will have a miraculous effect.

The price is a little too high, not just as simple as a broken finger.

What Chang Qing is really worried about is that Lan Shuang's behavior will affect the Ke Gu Sword and make it incomplete.

Although he can use the blood magic spirit to help Lan Shuang recover from this minor injury, and the new bones will also condense the frost cold marrow again, but the Ke Gu Sword is such a delicate thing that it cannot be easily restored.

Although these minor defects do not have a great impact, it is still heartbreaking.

However, it is useless to complain at this point, and Chang Qing just sighed deeply.

Seeing Chang Qing's reaction, Lan Shuang seemed to be a little happy, tiptoed, put close to Chang Qing's ear, and asked softly.

"Master, are you worried about me?"

Chang Qing smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer, so he could only say

"This gift is a bit too heavy."

"Because I want to help you, Master."

"You have helped me a lot."

Lan Shuang shook her head.

"You will definitely encounter many very dangerous things next. Shuang'er is too weak to protect you, so this is the most direct way I can think of to help you."

"Then you are too impulsive, silly girl, you are disabled, do you know that?"

Chang Qing said helplessly.

Lan Shuang's eyes were a little blurred, as if Chang Qing's reaction made her psychologically satisfied.

"Because Shuang'er is originally defective, I have nothing. It is you who gave me the meaning of life, and now you have given me the value of existence, so everything I have belongs to Master. It doesn't matter to me if I lose something. I am complete only with Master."

Not far away, the spark meeting has begun, and the sky full of sparks exploded in the air, reflecting the night sky.

The firelight reflected Lan Shuang's profile, this weed-like girl was like a spark in the air, with something inexplicable, also shining.

She shook her head, and a slight rustling sound rang in her ears, which was particularly clear.

Chang Qing then noticed that Lan Shuang had put on the pair of earrings he had just bought while he was not paying attention.

She didn't have pierced ears, but she pierced them. Blood dripped from her ears and stained the jewelry, like two red flowers.

Noticing Chang Qing's sight, Lan Shuang lowered her head and lifted her hair by her ears so that he could see more clearly.

"Does it look good, Master?"

In the gorgeous firelight, Chang Qing was speechless, but he stretched out his hand, put it on Lan Shuang's head, and gently rubbed her hair.

This time he didn't feel the awkwardness as before, as if everything was natural.

"Shuang'er, you don't have to do this. I said that we swore together with the imperial spirit, to live and die together, to advance and retreat together. Even if you do nothing, you don't owe me anything. There is no need to ruin yourself to please me."

"But I don't think this is flattering. I feel very happy."

With a "bang", several more sparks exploded in the air.

The two stood by the river and looked in the direction of the sparks at the same time.

Chang Qing's eyes were deep, and I didn't know what he was thinking.

And Lan Shuang's eyes were firmly fixed on Chang Qing's face.

The sparks had not yet dissipated, Lan Shuang closed her eyes, feeling Chang Qing's big hand still on her head, with a face full of enjoyment.

She was like a stray kitten, carefully approaching Chang Qing's side, rubbing a little bit, and finally leaning on Chang Qing's body.

Her heart was beating very fast, as if it was about to jump out, and she nervously observed Chang Qing's slightest reaction.

This time, Chang Qing did not dodge or refuse.

Lan Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, and then whispered softly.

"Master, there is a third gift."

"Hmm?"

Chang Qing asked.

Under the light of the fire, Lan Shuang's face was very red, and it was unclear whether it was the color of the fire or the original color.

She leaned close to Chang Qing's ear, and her breath was as fragrant as orchid.

"Today is Shuang'er's sixteenth birthday."