Feng Yin stopped his left hand in mid-air again, motionless. He was only a few feet away from the Soul Pearl, but it was still out of reach.

Another game.

This time the stalemate was shorter, only half an hour, and it was over, one-third of the time last time.

But the knife still didn't come out, and it seemed like he was angry.

Don't go out!

Feng Yin keenly felt the emotion of a certain knife, snorted lightly, and showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

As a modern time traveler who teaches astronomy and geography, plays piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, fish farming, agriculture, industry and commerce, knows everything and is omnipotent, I can’t control you?!

joke!

He stretched out his hand and, with lightning speed, quickly grabbed a fifth-level soul bead in his right hand.

A warm current instantly transferred from the left hand to the fingertips of the right hand. Immediately, the soul bead in the palm of the hand began to shrink rapidly, disappeared, and was completely absorbed.

Then, Feng Yin clearly felt an excitement and a feeling of 'I want, I want, I want more', clearly rising and urging.

Then that tingling feeling arose again, but this time it was stronger.

Feng Yin stayed up for half an hour again, and the feeling of anger, helplessness, worry, frustration and resignation came as expected.

Feng Yin looked at his right hand and said in a deep voice: "Come out."

This time, what he felt was a wave of hesitation, as if he wanted to come out, but was unwilling to do so.

Obviously, both Feng Yin and Xiao Dao understand that this is a matter of initiative and even dominance. Whoever bows his head first will lose.

Not only Feng Yin didn't want to lose, but Xiao Po Dao didn't want to lose either.

The pride of being a divine creature does not allow it to bow its head.

As a sword, it infinitely hopes that it can dominate the world, slash all over the world, and fight to the point of madness. However, its self-esteem as a divine object makes it unwilling to obey the command of an ordinary person.

Everyone wants to have the initiative and dominance in their own hands, and naturally a new round of perseverance competition begins again.

Fengyin lowered his head, looked at his fingers as if looking at the knife, and said softly: "I don't know your origin, and I have no intention of knowing how you are, but after all, you are the one who started my new life.

For this, I am very grateful.”

The feeling in my fingers was gone, as if I was listening to Feng Yin's words.

Feng Yin feels a little more at ease, as long as you can understand.

Being able to understand means that you can communicate, and being able to communicate is better than anything else!

"Although I don't know what kind of existence you are, I can guess that your essence is still a weapon." Feng Yin said solemnly.

Feng Yin suddenly felt a feeling of complete ridicule.

Weapons? You don’t need to say that?

I am a sword, what am I if it is not a weapon?

Do you want to use a knife to write? Or use a knife to make clothes? Or do you want to use a knife to run?

Feng Yin was indifferent and said: "But I have a deeper guess. Your role is no longer limited to a weapon; it is a legacy."

The sarcasm is gone and it seems to be silent.
Chapter completed!