The first time she saw the Mithril dagger, her eyes were glued to it, and she couldn't take a single step.

To be honest, having dealt with countless gold, silver and jade, no matter how delicate and beautiful the appearance of this dagger was, and how precious the materials used, it would not make Fei Yaran feel that it was almost love at first sight.

A large part of the reason why he is so persistent with this dagger is because this dagger reminds him of a person.

As thin as a silver strand with a mysterious brilliance, it resembles Mr. Anse's long hair of the same color as the moon, and the emerald green gems dotted on it are also the same as the teacher's emerald eyes.

The figure sleeping in the black velvet box exudes a quiet and calm faint light, a green gem that symbolizes life, and also brings a calm and indifferent atmosphere.

Just at the first glance, Fei Yaran couldn't help but feel good, and he couldn't wait to hold this dagger in his hand immediately and keep it for himself.

Fortunately, the great teacher Anse heard his heartfelt call and so generously gave him this dagger.

Touching the slender silver sheath of the dagger, the feeling of the hand is as cool as the pool water being sunburned in the summer day, not only does it not have any cold feeling of metal, but exudes a faint warmth.

Holding the tip of the silver dagger in his small hand, Fei Yaran gently pulled it out, and a slender silver dagger that was completely incompatible with the shell, flashing with cold light, and the cold air appeared in front of him.

Pull out a hair, hang it on the top of the dagger, let it flutter freely, and after a blink of an eye, accompanied by an extremely small "poof" sound, the hair instantly split in two, and was cut off by the dagger.

I couldn't help but whistle in my heart, Fei Yaran finally saw what "blowing and breaking hair" is today! I can't help but love this dagger even more.

Rubbing his fingers on the emerald gem of the outer sheath a few times, Fei Yaran smiled and thanked the elf king, but the temperature on his little face couldn't help but rise.

In other words, the appearance of this dagger really looks like Mr. Anse!

With such a thought in his heart, when he touched this dagger again, Fei Yaran inexplicably felt so ashamed that he didn't dare to look at Teacher Anse.

The Elven King obviously didn't know what was in the elf's brain, but it was a little strange that the elf could dispose of the Ark gem at will, and he couldn't put it down with an equally gorgeous dagger.

"It's not something precious." Seeing the elf's face of picking up the treasure and cherishing it, the elf king reminded him.

"But I like it!" Holding the dagger, he couldn't help but rub it on his face again, and Fei Yaran emphasized with a serious face.

It's rare to see what the elf insists on so much, and the elf king doesn't care about the elf, the left and right are just a dagger, the elf likes it, just let him keep it.

Thinking of this, the elf king glanced at the elf lightly, and after throwing him back on the big leaf Xiaolu, he continued to take the elf around the arsenal.

If the gaze of essence finally shifted away from his body, Fei Yaran, who was inexplicably weak-hearted, breathed a sigh of relief.

Fingers unconsciously rubbed on the dagger a few times again, and after coming back to his senses and realizing what he had done, Fei Yaran finally blushed, hung the dagger on his waist, and patted Xiao Lu to continue to follow the elf king.

Because he has already got the bow and arrow x1, the quiver x1 and the gorgeous elf king dagger x1, seeing that the car Xiao Lu is about to be unable to fit other things, Fei Yaran has slightly restrained a little, and when he sees other weapons again, he will touch them a few more times at most, and he has no intention of taking it for himself.

At first, Fei Yaran was still a little worried, I don't know if the Elf King would think that he prefers the dagger after he picked the dagger, and directly ended the trip to the arsenal.

Fortunately, the Elf King didn't seem to have such an idea, but really took him all the way to the depths of the arsenal as if he had brought him to visit, which made Fei Yaran, who had not yet found the twin swords, feel a little at ease.

The further you go inside, the fewer weapon racks there are on the wall or on display.

After a few days of familiarization, Fei Yaran was already familiar with the elements.

Sensitively perceiving that the elements in the air were far less active than before, but as if they were suppressed, as if they had been drained, they gradually solidified and thickened, Fei Yaran frowned slightly, and in his heart, he was a little curious about the weapons in these arsenals.

After stepping through a huge arch, a fiery aura like lava suddenly rushed towards his face.

Fei Yaran, who was not prepared at all, was immediately swept upside down by the wave of qi that seemed to be substance, and only had time to let out a faint exclamation, like a little turtle, and was lifted upside down.

Fortunately, the elf king was quick-eyed, and after perceiving the situation on the elf's side, he quickly stretched out two fingers and grabbed the elf's collar, so that the elf was spared the tragic fate of throwing himself to the ground.

The frightened elf, the moment the body stopped falling, reflexively turned into an octopus, and the whole little body was tightly clasped on the elf king's arm, and the big dark red eyes were full of happiness and doubts that did not know what happened after the catastrophe.

Looking at the elf sloth-like, wrapping his entire small body around his arm, a smile flashed in the elf king's eyes.

The big leaf Xiao Green, after dragging the elf into here before, became languishing, and at the moment when the elf was overturned, Xiao Green also seemed to lose its vitality, quickly shrunk into a fingernail-sized pocket green leaf, squatting in the elf's ear and pretending to be dead.

Seeing this, the elf king could only hold the elf in his arms again, and patted the back of the elf who was still holding his arm and not letting go soothingly.

After being held in the arms of the Elf King for a while, Fei Yaran, who gradually came back to his senses, smelled the increasingly familiar stable breath in his nose, and his heartbeat gradually stabilized.

His brain began to work again, and after thinking about what he had just done, Fei Yaran's little face turned red at first, and then blackened again.

He's not really a child.,He's already an adult inside.,These days, in order to hug his thighs.,Although the face of this * is often cute.,But the bottom of his heart is like a mirror.,It's very clear that it's not the real self.。

But just now! He turned out! Really like a panicked little baby! Treat the Elf King as the only person you can rely on!!

Peace of mind! Calm your sister's heart!!

In the past, in the face of countless flashing lights, standing at the press conference of the international jewelry show, even if the stage collapsed, the aura of being able to calm and calm, was it eaten by dogs(╯"□′)╯(┻┻!!)

Annoyed, he rubbed hard in the Elf King's arms a few times, until he almost rubbed the Elf King's collar open, and was slapped by the Elf King, Fei Yaran finally lifted his red bun face and turned his head to look at the thing that was constantly emitting light and heat in this stone room.

Speaking of which, isn't that the culprit! ——

It was a silver spear nearly three meters long, with a dazzling red light all over its body, and countless mysterious runes were engraved on the body of the gun, and under every ravine, there seemed to be magma flowing under it, but the head of the spear was jet-black as if it had been quenched with poison. Between the body and the head, a fiery red/cat's eye gem the size of a pigeon's egg was firmly set at the end of the gun, and shimmered in the rich fire elemental that was saturated to the point that it was about to ignite the air.

Subconsciously leaned into the arms of the Elf King, and Fei Yaran gasped in his heart.

In all fairness, this long/spear was definitely the most gorgeous of all the weapons he had seen today, and this powerful aura that was not enough to describe with "I'm expensive" alone had thrown off other weapons for several streets, but he didn't have the slightest idea of wanting to get closer to observe in his heart, but felt suffocated.

In the past, Fei Yaran had always felt that the so-called "murderous aura" in the novel was all nonsense, but after seeing this long/spear, he knew what the breath that made his hair stand up all over his body the moment he entered the door!

Anyway, why did such a long/spear full of evil and bloody aura appear in the arsenal of the elves?!

What about the peace-loving elves who said they were good?!

He dared to swear with his temperament, this terrifying aura that was almost suffocating was definitely a murderous aura that would only be condensed after being dyed with countless blood!

Or is this actually a ghost thing that was collected from the demons in the war thousands of years ago?!

He can ask the Elf King to help pack it back to the Demon Realm! Free shipping!

The bottom of his heart was already messy in the wind, and he was clutching the fabric on the Elf King's chest tightly, and Fei Yaran's voice trembled a little, "...... Mr. Anse, what the hell is this?! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of skyrocketing fire suddenly burst out from the spear, surging several meters high, burning the air around it bright red.

Fei Yaran reflexively shrank into the Elven King's arms again, and before he could figure out what was going on with the spear, a hot and beautiful voice with pride and nostalgia came from the direction of the spear, "This is not a ghost! Its name is 'Crimson Eyes'. ”

Hearing this, Fei Yaran looked at the spear with round eyes.

Just above the long/spear, which had been empty before, it was now occupied by a transparent pale red figure.

The red shadow only said a word, and then stopped looking at Fei Yaran.

Standing on top of the flaming spear, the red figure straightened its body, suddenly knelt down on one knee, placed its palm on its chest and smoothly drew an elegant afterimage, and gave the elven king the highest salute of an elven knight, "Long time no see, king." ”

The elf king faced this sudden red afterimage, but there was no surprise in his eyes, but as he did a thousand years ago, he bowed his head slightly to the most brave and warlike general of the elf clan, and responded lightly: "Raphael, long time no see." ”。