"One million merit points?" Rong Jin's face showed surprise. 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 a 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 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 like that.
But at the moment, it is obviously more important to exchange for Thirty-five's body.
In order to make the atmosphere less awkward, he took the initiative to find a topic, "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 teacher recognized by netizens." When it came to praising Yan Muhuai, Sanshiwu 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. In the blink of an eye, there was a risk that their positions would be reversed.
Seeing Sanshiwu 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 will be able to see the system mall again. After obtaining his consent, Thirty-five can use merit points to exchange items 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, so 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 it opened its adorable big eyes and looked at him, "Uh... Master Host, have we been tricked? Where is my mighty sword? I've used up all the merit points, but the sword hasn't appeared."
It spread out a pair of short hands, with nothing in them. "Last time I exchanged for the Spirit 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 is two-thirds of the entire sword, while Mingfei's side only has one-third.
But although it is also a broken sword, this half is shining wildly. If it weren't for the obvious defect on the sword, you couldn't tell it was a broken sword from its aura.
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 half each. Thirty-five, control it and don't try to take my body." Ming Fei's voice was very 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, save me, ah ah ah..." Thirty-five screamed and turned into a 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 scream. 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 screaming as if it was being tortured to death.
Thirty-five's barking continued for two minutes with no sign of slowing down. 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, but so much time had passed, and Thirty-Five's crying had not weakened, but had become 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 entire 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 his judgment. "No wonder the number 35 has so many sevens. 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, slapping onto 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, his short, trembling hands pointing at the two people on the sofa, "You two bastards! I screamed so miserably, but you didn't save me. You even had the mind to watch the snowflakes fall. I'm so 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 almost 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 appear as a broken sword after the age of thirty-five, but he didn't 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 not do any harm to itself.
"Master, you've learned bad things from this bastard. You don't care about me anymore." Thirty-five turned around, unwilling to look at him again.
It raised its short arms and controlled the broken sword to fly towards Ming Fei. Before Ming Fei could dodge, it spoke, "I can't use this body yet. I'll lend it to you to help the sword heal. It will be good for you."
Although Thirty-Five's appearance hasn't changed and his voice is still the same, the tone of his voice 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 pattern of the Big Dipper in the shape of a seven-petal snowflake carved on the sword body. 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 power 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 it, he would be sad again, so she resisted the urge to change form.
Rong Jin raised his eyebrows after hearing what Sanshiwu 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 bullshit system!"
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