Yang Jian’s office is quite charming.

There are various historical and cultural books on the bookshelf, and the four treasures of the study such as pen, ink, paper and ink are placed on the bookcase.

There is a framed calligraphy and painting on the wall with a few big words "Transatisfaction to the distance" on it, and the fragrance of ink has not faded.

This may give visitors an impression of having entered a scholarly family.

However, a sharp pig-killing knife frozen into ice on the table would probably make people mistakenly think that it was an illusion.

Yang Jian sat on the leather chair, crossed his legs, staring at the pig-killing knife on the table lazily.

"I am a noble artifact. I have my own pride. I can't control myself by any cat or dog."

The Pig Killing Knife hummed without hesitation.

"Even if I am controlled by you now, you can't let me compromise."

Yang Jian, who was standing beside him, remained silent, and then he took out an exquisite fruit knife from his pocket.

After thinking for a moment, he slashed the blade of the fruit knife hard at his index finger.

Feeling the pain from his hands, he frowned.

Then, a drop of blood dripped on the ice sculpture.

"What are you going to do?" said Blade of Slaughter in surprise.

"The difference in strength between you and me is too big, and you can't control me."

Yang Jian stared at the ice sculpture without saying a word.

I saw that the drop of blood quickly penetrated into the extreme ice and swam along the transparent ice layer to the side of the Zhuzhu Dao.

As soon as the blood touched the blade, it immediately turned into a thin stream and spread out.

In an instant, a dazzling light spread from the blade to the surroundings, covering the entire office.

"What's going on?!" asked the Slaughter Blade in horror.

"How could your blood quench my body?!".

The Blade of Slaughter felt that his whole body was being reconstructed, and the invincible shell was already peeling off.

"Only humans who are much stronger than me can sign a master-servant contract with me."

"You...you are a civilian, how could you...?!".

The incredible sound of the pig-killing knife rang in the room.

"I didn't belong to this world," Yang Jian said calmly.

"In my original world, no matter how sharp the knife was, it must be controlled by someone, and it is impossible for me to have my own spiritual consciousness."

"Tools can only be tools, and you have to listen to your master's words!" Yang Jian said word by word, making a sound.

The pig-killing knife felt a muffled sound from his brain, if he had a brain.

I saw that the entire blade was bathed in golden light, and the layers of materials inside began to peel off.

"Then...what do you want to transform me into?"

The pig-killing knife was trembling all over his body, and fear enveloped him.

"From then on, there has been no title of Slaughter Blade in the world."

Yang Jian's tone was so cold that he could freeze a snowball to death when he said this.

The pig-killing knife felt two streams of blood spurting out from his nose, if he had nostrils.

"You...what are you going to do?"

I felt that my career was about to come to an end, and a sad mood enveloped the entire body of the Zhushu Dao.

"Woo woo...", he began to sob.

"Brother...Oh, not...Master...Wow...", Zhu Dao burst into tears.

"Don't treat me like this..."

Looking at the Zhushu Dao's despair, Yang Jian grinned a cunning smile on the corner of his mouth.

"To adapt to my personal needs, I will transform you into a delicate and compact flying knife."

"From then on, you will be called the Slaughter Flying Knife."
Chapter completed!