"It's that you're paying too much attention. Feng Hao pulled her into his arms and said softly, "Here, except for me, no one dares to appear behind you like this, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me?"

Xia Yucheng looked at him and shook his head, then nodded again.

Speaking of which, she is still quite afraid of this man sometimes, especially when he doesn't speak. And this man has a natural kingly momentum, which always makes people feel an invisible pressure unconsciously.

That kind of pressure would make her feel that in front of him, she was so small, weak, and vulnerable.

"What's wrong? scared silly?" he laughed and pinched her pink face, tapping it lightly on her smooth forehead.

"No...... You're stupid......" She touched her forehead dissatisfied, then turned back to look at the knife in his arms, and asked, "Hao, what is a man's knife?"

Feng Hao wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You want to know?"

"Hmm!" she nodded vigorously, for fear that the man would not know her resoluteness.

Letting go of her, Feng Hao walked to the knife holder, took the knife off the sandalwood knife holder with both hands, and then turned it in his hand, holding the knife in one hand and the handle in the other, and gently pulled.

In the cold and beautiful metal sound, the blade of the scabbard flashed coldly, piercing cold.

"The blade of this knife is forged from the blood of the enemy!" The knife flipped gorgeously in Feng Hao's hand, and Xia Yucheng was right in front of her, and the sharp light flashed in front of her eyes.

"Is there really no woman who has touched it?" I have to say that this is an extremely exquisite knife, Xia Yucheng really wants to hold it in his hand and see what it feels like.

When she heard that women couldn't touch it, she felt sorry in her heart.

Feng Hao laughed in a low voice, his words were to tease Xia Yucheng, this knife is not that no woman has touched it, but the women who have touched it are really very few.

"You're kidding me?" Xia Yucheng guessed a little clue from the smile on his face, and then said without mind, "Hao, can I touch it?" It's really ...... Beautiful!"

Her tone was almost pleading, and she liked the knife at first sight.

"Follow me!" Feng Hao's wrist turned, and the knife was gorgeously sheathed.

When they walked out of the study, Zhu Huan stood respectfully outside the door, and Xia Yucheng felt that Zhu Huan was like a shadow of the wind.

"Zhu Huan, go to the garden, let's practice. Feng Hao said as he dragged Xia Yucheng towards the garden.

……

It's a bright spring season, and the scenery in the garden is unusually beautiful.

"Adult......" Zhu Huan, who caught up from behind, held two bamboo swords in his hands.

"Take it!" Feng Hao raised his hand and threw the knife in his hand into Xia Yucheng's hand, she was shocked and quickly caught it with both hands.

Her wolf appearance drew a doting smile from Feng Hao: "Stupid woman!"

Xia Yucheng carefully held the Taidao, and made a naughty grimace at Feng Hao: "You are stupid, Zhu Huan, you want to defeat your family!"

Zhu Huan didn't dare to answer, bent down slightly, and didn't say a word.

"Xia Yucheng, where are you?" Feng Hao not only didn't get angry, but still laughed blindly. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his powerful arms.

"Feng Hao, I'm in the middle, not either!" Xia Yucheng replied with a smile.

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