A Mistaken Marriage with Mr. CEO

"You're bragging again!" Although Ling was trying to hurt Shen Yuan, she honestly chased after him.    

    

After the two of them left the teahouse, they arrived at the forging area on one side of the inner city.    

    

This area of the houses was used to forge weapons.    

    

All the medicinal Sword Casting Masters in the entire suit would come here to forge weapons.    

    

Because the fees here were low, the service was good, and it was also very safe. Therefore, many Sword Casting Masters would choose to come to the main city's sword forging area to forge weapons.    

    

Shen Yuan found the manager and showed his identity as a Sword Casting Master. The other party immediately arranged a sword forging room for Shen Yuan and Ling.    

    

The sword forging room was a small courtyard with three rooms.    

    

Shen Yuan treated the two rooms inside as his own workshop and the one outside as his bedroom.    

    

Ling pointed at her nose and asked, "What about me? Where do I live?"    

    

Shen Yuan took out a sleeping bag from his bag and threw it to Ling. "You sleep under the roof. This way, no one dares to steal anything."    

    

Ling was speechless.    

    

Fine, fine, fine. On the account that you spent money to rent a house, I'll be generous enough not to haggle with you!    

    

You must be jealous of my beauty, my skill, and my heart!    

    

Bah!    

    

Ling angrily dragged the sleeping bag to the window, then tidied up the blanket and went in to lie down. It was actually very comfortable.    

    

En, it was indeed very comfortable.    

    

After all, inside was a large furnace. The fire was endless and the walls were warm and cozy. It was very comfortable!    

    

Shen Yuan took out his special stove from his bag and asked the supervisor for the best charcoal fire. He then arranged the materials for the sword forging one by one.    

    

Ling squatted by the side and watched Shen Yuan work. She could not help with this task, so she could only squat by the side and watch the show.    

    

"I've always asked, why did you practice sword forging in the past?" Ling could not help but ask.    

    

"It's because I can't beat others and can't be idle, so I will practice sword forging." Shen Yuan replied casually.    

    

"Are you kidding me?" Ling blurted out, "Which blind man saw you fight five dregs? The aura on your body is clearly the most dangerous!"    

    

Shen Yuan laughed. "Yes, I lied to you, little devil."    

    

Ling was speechless.    

    

Was this flirting?    

    

Was it?    

    

"Su Wen, is your sword forging really strong?" Ling did not have anything to say.    

    

"You'll know later." Shen Yuan placed the last set of ingredients and ignited the fire. The fire provided by the main city was very good. The fire was dense and concentrated. It was best to refine pills and forge swords.    

    

Shen Yuan threw the charcoal fire into the furnace. He opened the furnace and threw the same ingredients into the furnace.    

    

Shen Yuan kept patting the furnace. After he finished memorizing the textbooks given by the system, all the materials were melted.    

    

The molten iron was poured into the mold. Shen Yuan grabbed the hammer and began to temper it.    

    

Every strike was smashed to the extreme, refining the impurities bit by bit.    

    

Ling was dazzled. "It's just a game. Why are you so serious? When others forge swords, just recite a chant!"    

    

"This is called a ritual." Shen Yuan curled his lips and said, "Forging swords requires tempering. This is what it is called forging a sword. They chant the incantation and then they transform into a weapon. It is too vulgar!"    

    

"Fine, fine, fine. Everything you say is right. What you say makes sense! " Ling could not be bothered with him anymore. She stood up straight and ran into someone else's yard to watch them forge weapons.    

    

This game was a holographic game, so it was destined that not all players knew how to forge swords.    

    

Therefore, according to the game's program, a sentence could be automatically cast.    

    

The others were all like this.    

    

Therefore, the forging process was very good. Only Shen Yuan, that lunatic, was able to do so. It was as if he was forging iron.    

    

Ling walked around the forging area and finally returned with satisfaction.    

    

The moment she entered the door, Ling saw a short sword that was more than a foot long flying in the air.    

    

Ling saw a year in front of her eyes. With a leap, she raised her hand and grabbed the short sword.    

    

The moment her fingers grabbed the hilt of the sword, Ling waved it on the spot and subconsciously used a set of sword techniques.    

    

Shen Yuan stood at the door and narrowed his eyes to look at Ling's sword technique.    

    

Ling's sword technique was very sharp and very monotonous.    

    

Every move was a killing move. Not a single move was redundant. Every move was fatal!    

    

It seemed that Ling was either an assassin or a profession related to assassins in reality.    

    

She did not expect to meet a colleague or companion who had lost his memory in the game.    

    

What was the purpose of her coming to the game?    

    

What could an assassin who had lost her memory do?    

    

Was it just a piece of chess?    

    

Shen Yuan looked at Ling with pity. At this moment, Shen Yuan had determined that Ling was an abandoned killer, so he could only find a sense of existence in the game world.    

    

Otherwise, why would he lose his memory?    

    

Ling did not know what Shen Yuan was doing. After she finished a set of sword techniques, she said excitedly to Shen Yuan, "This weapon is really good. Give it to me."    

    

Shen Yuan snatched it away and said lazily, "This is a Full Level weapon. In your hands, you can't even unleash one-tenth of its power."    

    

Ling was not convinced. "I don't believe you. You are also a Full Level. Try it!"    

    

Shen Yuan cast a sidelong glance at her and said, "Look!"    

    

Shen Yuan grabbed the hilt of the sword and jumped into the yard. On the spot, he used a set of sword techniques that Ling had just used.    

    

When Shen Yuan attacked, Ling's expression changed drastically.    

    

Her eyes were in a daze. An image flashed across her mind. In the image, she was expressionless. She held a knife in her hand and stabbed it fiercely.    

    

But after that, she could not see anything!    

    

"Ah!" Ling immediately covered her head and knelt on the ground. "It hurts!"    

    

Shen Yuan took back his sword and rushed in front of Ling. He raised his hand and pressed the back of Ling's hand. "Don't move! Don't think, calm down!"    

    

"I can't remember. I can't remember anything! Ah, ah, who am I?" Ling immediately knelt on the ground. Her face was pale and she broke out in cold sweat.    

    

Shen Yuan did not hesitate and raised his hand to cut the back of Ling's neck. Ling immediately fell to the ground.    

    

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes. "Looks like your memory has been sealed. You cannot recall it easily. Who is it that placed such a restriction on you? Interesting!"    

    

Shen Yuan put away the dagger, picked Ling up, and stuffed her into the sleeping bag under the window. Then he turned around and went back to the swordsmithing room to continue forging.    

    

Ling only woke up slowly in the afternoon of the second day.    

    

Ling looked at her hands in a daze, but she could not remember why she was unconscious.    

    

"You're awake?" Shen Yuan's voice came from outside the door. "Since you're awake, let's eat something."    

    

With that, Shen Yuan threw a paper bag over.    

    

Ling raised her hand and grabbed it accurately.    

    

"Er, thank you." Ling looked at the roasted sweet potato that she had crushed and said awkwardly, "I used too much force."