Chapter 139 Weight-bearing trek

As soon as the sun set, Queen Meisha got out of Lu Feng's body. Lu Feng was still tinkering to strengthen the iron tomahawk, and she watched Lu Feng swishe the hammer.

After staying in Lu Feng's body for so long, she knows Lu Feng best. Lu Feng's past, present, every thought and every thought can't escape her.

Earth, she doesn't know where it is, and the messy past and those ridiculous things in Lu Feng's mind. Thinking of Lu Feng's scene of fighting four women at night, her heart will speed up and even have an inexplicable feeling. It feels like a cat scratching, and she wants to bite people...

Sometimes, she feels that she is mistakenly devoured by Lu Feng. It is a kind of fate to be trapped in the soul shell, but she can't tell what it is.

She never believes in human love or any man. Men are bitches in her eyes, no matter what kind of man they are. She can easily play with any man, and then kill him easily. There is no difference between killing a man and killing a dog.

But in Lu Feng's mind, she actually found that there were such stupid men in the world.

That woman, his girlfriend in that world, is obviously playing with him, but he is still stupid and loves him so much. He is willing to be deceived and willing to do anything for him. It's simply a stupid mess. While thinking about this, she fantasized about what she would do if she were that woman. It's funny. When she thinks about it, she will forget that she is the arrogant queen and eats and laugh stupidly.

The person in front of him is still hitting the tomahawk one by one.

She tried to connect this person with his identity in that world.

A carefree and careless playboy, a poor boy who has suffered all kinds of humiliation and unwillingness to fate, the two are too far apart, and there is almost no intersection except for human nature. It's hard for her to imagine what made a young man like this.

His consciousness gave her the answer to humiliation and hatred, but this is not the answer she recognizes...

"si~"

The tomahawk enters the water and makes a poisonous snake-like sound.

This is quenching.

At this point, Lu Feng has successfully strengthened the Tomahawk to 8 stars. He took a breath and smiled at Queen Meisha, who was looking at him, "Is there a flower on my face?"

Queen Meisha came to her senses and swept her face coldly: "It's boring."

Lu Feng confirmed the level of the 8-star junior forger. He was in a good mood and said jokingly, "Did you suddenly find that I am handsome?"

"I'll kill you if you say one more." Queen Meisha's eyes are wide open.

Lu Feng stood up with a smile, stretched out her hand to compare the head of him and Queen Meisha and said, "Little girl, why are you so fierce all day? Call me brother."

Queen Meisha has lived for so many years, and no one has dared to be so presumptuous in front of her, let alone flirt. She was almost crazy and wanted to kill, but a trace of warmth rose in her heart inexplicably: "What simple and intimate words, no intention, no evil thoughts, it's just that simple. Is this pure human nature?"

Lu Feng finished speaking, but he didn't seem to have said anything. He turned around and raised his tomahawk with both hands to look, and then put it in the furnace to take the last step: tempering.

Turned around, he forgot what he had just said and said, "The tomahawk has been forged. Are you going to let me kill with the axe in the future?" Queen Meisha held her cheeks in her hands, as if she were thinking about something. He also said, "Do you have the fighting skills of an axe? Why do I use this thing without combat skills? Queen Meisha said impatiently, "I can't even mention any combat skills. It's annoying."

Lu Feng closed the door and didn't bother to pay attention to her. She sat back by the furnace and waited for the fire to be completely completed.

The 8-star iron tomahawk emits a strong white light in the night, which is daunting.

Tomahawk has not been identified by the appraiser and cannot sense the specific attack points, but he can sense a rough value with a little attention, about 50 points.

"Wow~,ow~"

He clenched the battle axe with both hands and danced a few axes. Unexpectedly, one was confiscated and the other stammered and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he rolled over quickly and was not broken by his own axe.

"I've received the things. Let's go."

Queen Meisha stood up.

Lu Feng quickly put things into the spiritual ring and said, "Let's go."

Queen Meisha glanced at him and said, "Where's the axe?" Lu Feng said, "Let's put it away." Queen Meisha said, "Take it out and put it on your back." Lu Feng shouted, "What? On the back? Do you know how heavy the axe is? I'm sick on my back." Queen Meisha said, "Aren't you going to refine your body? Are you afraid of suffering with an axe on your back?

Without saying a word, Lu Feng took out an axe and put it on his back, and gritted his teeth to back the cocoon.

He bowed his waist and didn't dare to straighten up. He was afraid that he would be pulled over by the thing on his back.

"Run." Queen Meisha ordered.

Didn't you say you wanted to give me a ride? Don't you say that running is a waste of time? Lu Fengdao.

"I don't want to send it, run!"

"Run and run."

He wanted to run, but as soon as he took it, he complained bitterly. The tomahawk is on the back, not to mention running, it is extremely difficult to walk.

He gritted his teeth and walked step by step. With each step, his iron boots left a deep pit in the sand.

"Wow, Wuff."

He is like an old scalper, pulling heavy goods and walking hard in the desert.

"Acceleration." Queen Meisha floated beside him and scolded like a supervisor.

He gasped and said, "I have a seven-day appointment with Uncle Chengfeng. I... I'm going to go to the barren corpse town, which will delay... delay the trip."

"If you want to go to the appointment as scheduled, quickly adapt to this tomahawk." Queen Meisha ignored what he said.

He stopped talking and walked with a stuffy head.

At this time, the atmosphere of war in the whirlwind suddenly boiled again.

He suddenly realized, "Sure enough, there is no vitality without pressure." The spirit of war urged and shouted, "The body is strengthened." The golden atmosphere of war permeated and wrapped the whole body. Just as the crescent moon rose from the west, he urged the moon beads and began to absorb the essence of the moon.

I don't know if it's psychological or something, he feels that the tomahawk on his back doesn't seem to be so heavy. He straightened down slightly and stepped out step by step.

The night passes, the sun rises and sets.

He stopped and took a short rest.

He has been walking for a whole day and a night, and his two shoulders have been strangled with deep blood stains, which hurts at the touch. He took out a bottle of "Reed Linglu" and fell on his shoulder and rubbed it. After the pain disappeared and the blood stains were healed, he got up again, put an axe on his back, and continued to move forward.

Although his footsteps are still heavy, his back is much straighter.

One day and one night's weight walking has gradually made him adapt to this nearly 200 catties of tomahawk.