〖Touken Ranbu〗Rebirth of the Demon King in Diablo Honmaru

Aunt, a sixteen-year-old Zhengtai-type spiritual examiner, took over a barren Honmaru.Therefore, he didn't have the original sword, only the swordsmith in the forge.

Foxnosuke: "My lord, that's the way it is. Please work hard with the swordsmith."

The small and cute Fox Nosuke disappeared after speaking, leaving behind the dazed aunt.

The young judge stood nervously and restrainedly in front of the swordsmith, his face flushed and he didn't know what to say.

The swordsman in front of me was really good-looking, with a slender figure, strong muscles, flowing light blue long hair, and a pair of eyes as deep as the sea, it was almost as if people would be sucked in.

"Swordsmith..., you... hello, my name is Auntie..."

The shy judge lowered his head and said softly.

"Well, hello, auntie. My name is Swordsmith." The handsome swordsmith smiled lightly and touched the cute little head of God Judge, "You can call me brother!"

"Brother Swordsmith..."

The aunt yelled happily, and the curved eyebrows immediately attracted the swordsman.

"Yeah—" the knifesmith's throat rolled, and then he replied in a low voice, "I can forge any knife that Auntie wants for you!"

"Really?" Auntie's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and her voice was extremely light.

"Of course!" The swordsmith was also very happy, because his aunt liked him very much, and he liked his aunt very much.

"Brother Swordsmith, you are so kind!" The aunt hugged the knifesmith gratefully.

From then on, the swordsmith brother helped the aunt to forge a sword that was said to be very rare. The poor aunt who was a low-ranking aunt was envied by all the aunts, because their rare swords were either hard-earned or sold for iron. forged.Some black-faced African god judges even lost all their resources and had nothing.

It stands to reason that my aunt should be very happy, but my aunt is not happy recently.

Because the government recently held a forging ceremony, and all of them are the latest rare swords.

My aunt doesn't know what's wrong with the swordsmith's brother. The swords forged at the sword forging ceremony are all 130.

My aunt decided to go to Brother Swordsmith. He thought that Brother Swordsmith might be in a bad mood because he had become smaller, like a little blue bun.

"Brother swordsmith, are you unhappy?" Auntie asked worriedly the childlike swordsmith in the forge.

"No." The swordsmith answered concisely and coldly.

"But, brother, the knives you forged recently are all 130?"

"Do you only have those rare knives in your eyes?" The knife maker looked at his aunt with sharp eyes.

"No... not really."

"Have you never cared about me?" The knifesmith asked aggressively.

"No! I love Brother Swordsmith the most!" my aunt shouted anxiously.

"Really?" The knifesmith was a little disbelieving.

"Really! Brother Swordsmith! I won't forge knives anymore, okay, I only want Brother Swordsmith!" said the aunt with red eyes.

"I trust you." The swordsmith said after a moment of silence, "Okay, I'll forge those knives for you. How can I let my aunt waste resources."

"Well, thank you Brother Swordsmith." The aunt was very moved and hugged Brother Swordsmith.

Since then, Auntie has always produced rare knives every time she forges knives, achieving the great achievement of Ou Ou Huang.

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