Chen Xiansong walked out of the little guy's room, his hands and feet were a little weak. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with some fear. The little girl's charming skills were too irresistible. If she hadn't been young and hadn't practiced systematically, maybe Chen Xiansong would have fallen into trouble and wouldn't have come out of this room until night.

After returning to the room, Chen Xiansong reminisces about what he had just felt for a moment, and then with the help of Bai Min and Bai Qianxin, they began to design the equipment structure diagram of their two. Everyone in the family was very sensitive, and they seemed to feel a heavy breath. In fact, it is normal to think about it. Although Chen Xiansong tried his best to pretend that nothing happened,... they are all noble women and have a natural sense of smell for certain special atmospheres.

However, they didn't ask much, because the more this time, the more stable the family needs, and they all know this truth.

Not long after, Zelonger personally rode his horse and rushed over. Before he could report the guard, he rushed to the second floor by himself, and then appeared in front of Chen Xiansong with some breath and said, "You can find me urgently. Tell me if you have any questions."

Seeing that he was tired, Chen Xiansong asked Bai Min to go downstairs to ask Alice to make some drinks, and then asked him to sit down and said, "It's really a very troublesome thing. A few days ago, Sister Qianxin went to Lidaya City to inquire about the news. The Dolan family has very powerful foreign players. This time I invite you to come here just to talk about this matter."

"Strong foreign aid?" Zelonger glanced at Bai Min who had returned from downstairs and said indifferently: "How strong can it be? There are Sun God servants by your side, and there are two. What are you worried about! The army of the Dolan family can be handled by our city lord's mansion, and you have absolutely no problem with your safety."

"If it's an ordinary enemy, I'm not worried." Chen Xiansong put the drawings he drew into the drawer. Then he continued: "In addition to the Sun God servant and the Dragon Clan, there is also a powerful force hidden among ordinary people in this world. Their abilities are not much worse than those of the Sun God servant. I wonder if you have ever heard of them."

"Are you talking about the Dark God?" Zelonger frowned. Since Comos died in Black Rock City last time, he has secretly investigated many things. Although he has not received much news, he has found some strange rumors circulating among the nobles.

"It should be said that!" Chen Xiansong nodded: "Their biggest characteristic is to get rid of the **. Use skeletons as brackets and survive in energy form."

"Fallen body? Skeleton?" Zelonger nodded secretly. Now he finally understood why Comos turned into pieces of flesh. It turned out that he was a believer of the Dark God, but more questions followed. Why Comos died in the Black Rock Chou? Since it was the trustee of the Dark God, then who could kill him? Except for the Sun God servant!

Zelonger subconsciously glanced at Bai Min again, but he had decided to ignore this matter at this time. Although Cosmo's backstage was tough, his cooperation with Chen Xiansong is even more important now... As long as the snow salt can be picked, it takes less than twenty years to support their family, so why bother questioning Chen Xiansong for this insignificant little thing now. This will cause the other party's displeasure. Besides, he and Comos had no friendship, and they would die. However, he had drunk blood wine with Chen Xiansong. Whoever is close to him is not clear at a glance.

"The believers of these dark gods, who are united with the Dolan family, seem to be taking my life." Chen Xiansong smiled, without any panic: "And their number is unknown for the time being. I think since they know that there are two sun god servants here and dare to come to cause trouble, it means that they have great confidence in themselves."

Zelonger looked solemn. Although he didn't know what the concept of a dark believer was, he could treat the Sun God servant with a serious look. So he must have a combat power that was no worse than the Dragon Clan. It was indeed a bit difficult for the City Lord's Mansion to be an opponent of such a mysterious force.

"So I invite you here this time to tell you about this." Chen Xiansong said lightly: "Ordinary people are not the opponent of these dark believers. If the City Lord's Mansion faces them, the losses may be serious and may not recover. This is the trouble I have caused, so I will bear it myself. You just need to symbolically block the army of the Dolan family and try to avoid confronting these skeletons."

Zelonger looked at Chen Xiansong for a while, and only sighed after confirming that the other party was telling the truth, and said with some difficulty: "I have to go back to report to my father about this matter and let us think about it carefully. OK?"

"Can's random." Chen Xiansong knew that his approach was a bit stupid, but he didn't feel a great sense of crisis. He had confidence in the weapons he made with green flames. This was tested in practice. As long as the few dark believers, that is, aliens, the remaining ordinary human army was a residue with less than five combat power before Xiao Min and Sister Qianxin.

The most important thing is that the more "dangerous" moments, the more it can test the credibility of allies. In Chen Xiansong's view, as long as the City Lord's Mansion does not add to the insult in this upcoming battle, it is worthy of deep friendship.

"In addition, you seem to have someone buy a large number of evil stones in the city!" Zelonger said: "When I came here just now, I saw that the mercenary union was in an uproar. The martial artists seemed to have taken more than a dozen kilograms of aphrodisiac, and they didn't take their weapons. They ran out with shovels. Many people went to farmers to borrow shovels. You said it was ridiculous!"

Chen Xiansong tried to imagine the scene at that time and laughed.

"I heard that you have a set of armor that is very gorgeous, made of evil-exorcist stones. Now you have a large number of evil-exorcist stones. Are you planning to make a large number of armor and weapons?" After a brief pause, Zelonger continued: "I like collecting armor and gorgeous weapons. Can your armor be seen by me?"

Chen Xiansong said: "It looks a little better, nothing special."

"We are also excellent allies now, so it's not okay to see?" Zelonger said.

Chen Xiansong thought for a while and sighed: "Okay."

Then he summoned the armor, carrying a weapon. Before he could speak, he saw the almost fanatical light in Zelonger's eyes. How effective is a set of armor that can be summoned anytime and anywhere for the warriors? As long as he is not an idiot, he can see it.

"Make a set for me!" Zelonger supported Chen Xiansong's desk with his hands, pyrosted his teeth, and said as if he was angry: "No matter how much money, I am willing to give it to you... Even if you want my wife, I hope you."

"Ah!" Chen Xiansong smiled angrily: "Who cares about your wife? The girl in my family is worse than your wife."

"No matter what, you have to make me a set of armor like this!" Zelonger slapped the desk hard, and his eyes were red. A lot of heat was sprayed out from his nose: "I saw the style of ancient ancestors in this set of armor. This is definitely not the design concept that people of our era have! No matter what, you have to make a set of them for me, otherwise I will stay with you and will not leave!"

Zelonger is not greedy for beauty, nor is he gambled. He has to have armor and weapons. By the way, most men like these things. But there are not many collectors like him in the whole world.

"Okay, okay, I'll make it for you, but you have to be able to hold it up, whether it's weapons or armor!" Every fanatical collector is paranoid. Chen Xiansong had no choice but to agree to such a person, but when he thought of the characteristics of the Odin Holy Sword, Chen Xiansong was a little overwhelmed.

Zelonger looked at Chen Xiansong contemptuously. The meaning seemed to be: Xiaoyao, even if you, a very weak soul-thinking person, can't I wear it?

Chen Xiansong knew that he didn't believe it, so he handed over the Odin Holy Sword and said, "Come on it and try it?"

The Odin Holy Sword is milky white, translucent, the sword body is intertwined, and there are strands of patterns on the hilt of the sword, which are friction stripes that prevent hand slipping, but Chen Xiansong made it into a flower painting, which is both practical and has a strong sense of art. After all, he is a landscape painter, and he is now a top-notch master in terms of artistic sense of smell.

Zelonger liked the sword so much that he wiped his hands on his clothes. This action was actually not in line with his elegant noble status, but at this moment he only had this weapon in his eyes, so he didn't care about so much.

But as soon as his right hand was connected to the hilt of the sword, the pain of the heat of moxibustion came from his palm. He tried his best to endure it, his face twisted, but his palms became more and more painful. Until he couldn't stand it, he let go of his hand, and the Odin Holy Sword fell to the ground, making a jingle sound.

Zelonger looked at himself and his palms, which had been burned to the point where he had black scorched skin.

Chen Xiansong summoned the summoning hand, and the Odin Holy Sword returned to his hands, and then said, "The weapons I made have a very strange characteristic. Only me, or very strong people, are qualified to hold them. I have heard a saying before, "The treasures are spiritual. At first, I didn't believe it, but now I believe it."

"You mean, I'm not strong enough and I'm not qualified!" Zelonger looked at the armor on Chen Xiansong, and his expression was very hurt, as if his wife followed other men. No, it even felt a little more than this.

"I believe you must have a way." Zelonger looked at Chen Xiansong pitifully, like a wounded beast: "Aren't you an omnipotent soul-thinker? I believe you have a way, there must be some."

Chen Xiansong frowned. To be honest, Zelonger is not annoying. Having time to help him build armor is nothing, but... he really doesn't know how to deal with the issue of recognizing the master of the weapon.

"Blood! Try it with its blood." Bai Qianxin appeared at the door. She had already gone upstairs to sleep, but because she felt the energy fluctuations of Chen Xiansong's summoning weapon, she came down to see the situation, and then listened to the matter roughly: "Xiaosong, I have also used your Odin Holy Sword. Although it does not reject me, it always feels a bit awkward. This may be related to the weapon's only treating you as the real master...Xiaosong, you have also heard of the legend of Gan Jiang Moye."

Chen Xiansong frowned: "Do you want to burn Zelonger!"
Chapter completed!