Catching Beichen's gaze, catching the look of surprise in his eyes, the purple pupils were slightly stunned, and then he looked away.

Jumping off the back of the snack, she strode up to him, never looking at his face.

The brilliance of the left hand hanging down in the sleeve flashed slightly, and an object was already pinched in the palm of her hand.

After a moment's hesitation, she gritted her teeth and raised her left hand.

"This, give it back to you!"

In her small palm, something lay quietly.

It was golden in color, with a circle in the middle, with a star-striped pattern on it, and sharp teeth around it, which looked like light—that is, the waist tag he gave her.

Seeing what was in her palm, his eyes darkened.

It turned out that she came back to give him back this!

"What I sent out in Beichen will never be taken back, if you don't want it, throw it away!"

There was obvious anger in his voice.

Purple Pupil raised her eyebrows when she heard this.

He thought, wouldn't she dare to lose it?!

Fingers pinched the waist card and looked at his face, her voice tinged with anger.

"You really don't want to?!"

When she met his gaze, she didn't see an angry face, but a face full of loss.

The guy in my impression has always been strong, domineering, and angry...... It was the first time she had seen Beichen like that.

Closing his fingers, the waist card that was originally thrown in front of him was pinched in the palm of his hand, and the purple pupil turned around and left.

She was angry, inexplicably angry, and angry when she saw the way he looked.

Do you think you're great if you've reached the pinnacle of the Holy Order?!

Do you think you're powerful?!

Looking at his weak appearance now, if the enemy still has an ambush in the shadows, won't he just have to wait for death?!

"Mother!" The snack seller cautiously looked at Purple Pupil's face, "Your knife, don't you want it?" ”

Knife?!

Zi Tong stopped, and then remembered that his knife was still in Beichen's hand.

Although she didn't want to see his face again, she gritted her teeth and turned around again, reaching out to him with her right palm.

"My knife, give it to me!"

Beichen didn't make a sound, just slowly raised his left hand, the light between his fingers flashed, and her scalpel appeared in his palm.

This bastard did it on purpose, obviously took her two knives, and only returned one?!

The purple-pupil detective took the scalpel back and reminded angrily.

"And!"

Beichen took a deep breath, and once again moved his mind to take out the Qingyun Liuyun Blade in the ring.

She reached over, grabbed the hilt of the knife, and withdrew her hand.

Feeling the weight of the knife in his hand lightened, Beichen only felt that his heart seemed to be pulled by something, and it hurt sharply.

If she takes both knives away, she won't see him again?!

The thought of this made his heart ache.

Fingers closed, he instinctively grasped the knife peak.

The knife slammed and then couldn't hold it.

The purple pupil was stunned, and her gaze fell on the palm of his hand holding the sword peak.

"Let go!" She shouted angrily.

His fingers tightened.

The sharp blade cut deep into the palm of the hand, stinging, and then, the distress seemed to weaken a little.

This knife is very important to her, and he knows that as long as the knife is still in his hand, she will still come to him, so he should not let it go.

Blood trickled down his fingers, ran over his fingers, and fell on the black rocks.

One drop!

Another drop!

……

"Bastard!" She gritted her teeth and scolded, "You said you let me go!" ”