"This is my arsenal, do you like it?" Ye Feichen's fingers gently brushed the surface of a sword, that sword was simple and low-key, but it had a power that was difficult to ignore, Ye Feichen raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Nishang and said.

What catches your eye are some long-lost weapons, there are a lot of them, and each one of them is coveted by those who practice martial arts.

Looking at each weapon, those quaint vicissitudes of life came to the surface, but with a lonely sadness.

Fu Nishang said: "These weapons are peerless treasures, isn't it a pity that you don't use them to hide them?" ”

Ye Feichen was holding the "Ghost Knife" with the first of the ten murder weapons in his hand at this time, and the knife had a retro pattern, extending from the handle to the blade.

Ye Feichen said casually: "These are my trophies, and their original masters died under them, do you say that they are a pity in my hands." ”

Fu Nishang looked at Ye Feichen's appearance, in fact, what she wondered was that it was clear that this person had killed so many people, why was there no rumor in the martial arts?

Who is he?

Thinking of this, Fu Nishang asked, "Who are you?" ”

Who has such a powerful ability, it only takes one night to destroy a mountain villa, and he has killed so many martial arts masters, but no one has ever known who he is.

After hearing this, Ye Feichen approached her step by step, the ghost knife in his hand gently pressed against Fu Ni Shang's chin, and the cold air of the ghost knife stimulated Fu Ni Shang's chin.

Ye Feichen pressed forward step by step, but Fu Ni Shang could not retreat, her back was tightly pressed against the desk, because Ye Fei Chen bent down and approached her cheek, so that Fu Ni Shang's waist had to bend back, forming a strange posture.

Ye Feichen's cold voice caused the temperature of this cold armory to drop suddenly. "My fawn, who do you think I am? Didn't I sue you? I am the Emperor of the Night, your King. Otherwise, who do you think I am? ”

Breath spread on the cheeks of the breeze, ambiguous posture, deep voice.

Fu Nishang warned her heart not to mess up, she held her head high, looked at the man in front of her and said, "You don't even know who you are? How do I know who you are? You're just a coward who doesn't even dare to take off your mask. ”

Fu Nishang admitted her words, there was an obvious desire to use the agitation method, and she was curious about what Ye Feichen looked like.

Ye Feichen's eyes looked at Fu Ni Shang, but the ghost knife in his hand was plunged directly into the wall behind him, his right hand caressing the edge of his mask, his fingers slender and powerful.

His fingers were simply rubbing against his mask.

But Fu Nishang was looking forward to what his face looked like behind the mask of Ye Feichen.

Ye Feichen saw the expectant eyes of Fu Ni Dress, and immediately laughed, when he really smiled, his eyes were crooked, very cute, but only for a moment of cuteness, he said: "Fu Ni Dress, I won't unmask myself." My mask can only be lifted by the one who defeated me. But this person still has to survive zài in this world. ”

There was naturally loneliness in the eyes of the ni dress, and the eyes of the ni dress flowed, but she saw a flute with a green body. The fingers of the flickering clothes gently touched the bi flute, and there were some historical memories. Fu Nishang looked at the green flute in a daze.

And during the time when Fu Nishang was looking at the flute, Ye Feichen was looking at Fu Ni Shang, the purpose of bringing her here today was for this flute, and now he also wants to return the original thing to the owner.

"I've got you." Ye Feichen's white fingers gently clamped Biyun Xiao and shook it in front of Fu Ni Shang a few times