630: The demon sword is on fire again

Qiong family residence.

The Qiong family's Young Master, Qiong Juanshu, was fiddling with the brick-like stone in his hand.

After the poetry gathering ended last time, these past two days he had been constantly running around for his poem "Autumn Rain Beggar" that he recited at the gathering.

He wanted to have his proud work included in the Qingpan Country's library.

Unfortunately, it couldn't be included.

After being free today, he heard that the Ning family had produced a strange new item, so he casually bought one.

It was even the highest-grade Ye Ning One Ultimate Edition!

He spent the entire afternoon figuring out its functions, and he probably understood them.

It was quite strange.

However, after fiddling with it until now, he was a bit tired.

For him, just looking at the map, making telephone calls, and the like were just that, boring.

"Ha~" Yawning, Qiong Juanshu's eyelids felt heavy.

He didn't know why, but these past two days he had been very sleepy and tired, as if something was constantly following him, lieying on his back.

"Ding dong~" Suddenly, a notification popped up from the telephone in his hand.

Qiong Juanshu looked up in confusion.

[Dear Ye Ning One Ultimate Edition user, tonight at the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), the Small Grass Map APP will undergo an update, launching new functions. Please look forward to it.]

"Hmm? Update? What does that mean?" Qiong Juanshu looked at the message and tapped on the Small Grass Map.

It showed that the map was currently updating.

...

Wanhua Brothel.

"What exactly is wrong with that woman?! It's been two days, does she really plan to wait until this Young Master comes to her door to ask for that thing? She lost the bet!" In the building, Yuwen Mingxuan had a table full of delicious dishes in front of him, but he had no appetite at all, only a face full of coldness.

"Young Master, there's no need to be angry. It's a fact that the Seventh Princess lost the bet, and this cannot be changed," Tu Jia, who was standing beside him, said in a deep voice: "Let's wait two more days. The two strong individuals sent by the King and the Lord Governor should also be arriving soon."

"At that time, we will accompany the Young Master to question the Seventh Princess together. On this matter, the Seventh Princess is not in the right in the first place."

The General's voice was deep and powerful.

Hearing this, Yuwen Mingxuan felt a little relieved and nodded sullenly.

However, the next moment, he looked at Tu Jia's side with some surprise.

On the chair there, the Demon Blade was placed.

"General Tu, your Demon Blade is on Fire again!" As Yuwen Mingxuan spoke, white smoke immediately rose from the stool supporting the Demon Blade.

And just as this somewhat familiar scene appeared, the next scene was born out of a copy.

"Boom!" A ball of Fire suddenly ignited from the wooden stool!

Tu Jia saw this scene and became uneasy.

With a wave of his hand, a cold wind swept through.

However, while this cold wind could extinguish the Fire last time, this time it only lowered the flames on the chair a little.

Concentrating, a cold wave swept through, and General Tu Jia's fingernails also lengthened a bit.

And it was only then that the Fire was completely extinguished.

After it had calmed down, Tu Jia frowned as he looked at the Demon Blade on the charred chair.

A cup of water was poured onto it, and it immediately evaporated into a white Wu amidst a sizzling sound.

The Fire was extinguished, but the temperature on this Demon Blade had not dropped at all!

"What exactly is wrong? Can this weapon still be used in the future?" This was Tu Jia's inner monologue.

With slight annoyance, the Middle-aged Man grabbed the hilt of the Demon Blade with one hand.

The high temperature of over a hundred degrees was directly transmitted from the hilt to Tu Jia's palm!

Amidst the sizzling sound of frying flesh, Yuwen Mingxuan, who was beside him, could even smell a hint of roasted meat!

"Pfft!" Tu Jia didn't hesitate much, his expression cold, and he directly stabbed the Demon Blade in his hand into the blood sacrifice prepared today.

The blood sacrifice, of course, was A Man.

The Man, who had been brought here not knowing what was happening, was then stabbed in the chest by a blood-red Demon Blade!

"Hoo~ Hoo!" Blood flowed from his mouth, and the Man struggled and pleaded.

Tu Jia and Yuwen Mingxuan at the table had seen this scene too many times and had no emotional fluctuations.

Their attention was more on the Demon Blade that had pierced the Man's body.

"Rustling..."

Blood continuously overflowed from the Man's body, accumulating more and more on the ground.

"Drink the blood, don't you like drinking blood the most?!" Tu Jia looked at the blood on the ground, then looked at the Demon Blade in his hand that was still radiating high temperature.

This guy, in the past, would have devoured it like a Mad Dog even if there was just a little bit of blood.

But now there was no movement at all!

Involuntarily, a hint of brutality appeared in Tu Jia's eyes, and his pupils turned even more eerie green.

His mouth suddenly widened, and four sharp fangs grew from his mouth!

The next moment, he bit into the blood sacrifice's neck in front of him!

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..." As he swallowed the blood, the eerie green light in Tu Jia's eyes became even brighter.

"General Tu!" Suddenly, Yuwen Mingxuan's sharp reprimand from behind made a look of Qingming flash in Tu Jia's eyes.

"General Tu, the blood you drank wasn't used to nourish the Demon Blade!" Yuwen Mingxuan frowned and reminded him: "If you don't use human blood to nourish the Demon Blade and only keep it for yourself, you will lose control and become a zombie without intelligence!"

"It's the Demon Blade, it won't drink blood, this guy completely ignores my commands!" Tu Jia put down the dried corpse in front of him, his tone somewhat brutal.

And his fingernails were even darker and more elongated.

"You need to know that we, who possess noble Bloodlines different from ordinary people, are meant to become Gods with self-awareness. We can eat people, we can be bloodthirsty, but we must know who we are. Otherwise, without self-awareness, we are demons, and you should know the consequences of becoming a demon."

Yuwen Mingxuan's voice was cold at this moment, and a superior aura also emanated from his body.

Tu Jia lowered his head slightly: "Understood, Young Master."

Although he responded this way, his heart was constantly sinking.

To become a 'God' with self-awareness, one cannot do without a demon weapon!

And now, he couldn't sense any connection between the Demon Blade and himself at all.

If this continued, he would most likely be assimilated by the Bloodline that had already started to activate in his body, without the assistance of the Demon Blade, and eventually become a bloodthirsty zombie without intelligence!

What exactly was wrong with his blade?!

Frowning, Tu Jia could still feel the entire Demon Blade radiating high temperature at this moment.

It was like a normal person having a high fever, but this situation happening to a weapon was beyond comprehension.

If Ning Buxiu were here, he might kindly remind Tu Jia to install a heat sink.

That way, after the Demon Blade recovered, it could still be used for combat.

Of course, this was also because the data was a bit large during the update.

Normally, the temperature wasn't this high, just eighty or ninety degrees, and Tu Jia could still use it for normal combat.

After all, there were no changes on the outside, it was completely like new, using it to chop melons and vegetables was just like chopping vegetables and melons.