It was a fine scimitar, a silver sword.

Huanhuan had seen this scimitar before, and when he was young, he saw his deceased father holding this fine scimitar transported from the Western Regions, and praised it again and again. It's a pity that I haven't seen this scimitar again, and I heard that it was given away.

Huanhuan looked at the wrist where the man held the silver sword, where a dark red strip was tied, and the strip was extremely well cared for, and it could be seen that the strip was made of thin red thread, and there was a mahogany bead inlaid on it, which shimmered ruddy in the sunlight.

Hwan Hwan pulled her eyes away and slowly stood up, eager to see the man's face, but at the same time a little scared. She looked at the man's back and felt a little overlapping with someone in her memory, but she knew for sure that it wouldn't be her brother.

My brother is not so powerful, and my brother can't even hold a sword steadily, let alone this hundred-pound Shen Tie Yinhuang knife.

The man's back was wide and strong, and even if Huanhuan stood up, she couldn't see what she found in front of her, she only spied on the ground in drools of blood, as if to say that some unfortunate life was over.

Huanhuan moved his footsteps, measured his body to the left, and after just one glance, he screamed in panic.

She saw a bloodied skull, and blood was spilling from the scars. When Huanhuan looked at the guard's face, the guard seemed to be conscious, his eyes seemed to be smiling, and the matchmaker mole at the end of his eyebrows was twitching slightly. The evil and weird smile on his face was still there, and under the blood, it looked even more terrifying, making people feel chills down his spine.

Huanhuan stood staggeringly, not daring to move forward, nor daring to tell the man to turn around. His mind was full of the guard's bloody and evil smiling face, and he felt cold.

Fortunately, someone in front of him stood in the way for him, and someone suddenly rushed out to save himself. Otherwise, the person who is lying on the ground at this moment, with blood overflowing from his body, is himself.

"You... Who is it? Huanhuan's voice trembled, and she desperately wanted to know who he was. If he is by his side to protect himself, he is afraid that he will no longer have to worry about his life in this life.

This person has the momentum and ability to fight against a hundred.

Huanhuan stared nervously, just waiting for the man to turn back.

"Miss, someone's coming."

The man's voice was hoarse, deep, and slightly wild. When he said this, he was even more calm.

Huanhuan looked at the back, and when she heard the young lady, she suddenly remembered who this person was, and she was happy and tentative, "Ah, Awen?" ”

Seeing that the man nodded slightly, Huanhuan couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, and smirked with joy for a long time.

"So, what about my brother?"

"Miss, turn around." Arwen's voice sounded again, "Don't look back. ”

Huanhuan looked at him with some surprise, not understanding what he meant, seeing that he had been refusing to look back at himself, he felt sad in his heart, but he still turned around obediently. Asked anxiously again, "Brother came back with you?" ”

Huanhuan waited for a long time with anticipation, but he didn't hear the slightly wild and unruly voice coming from behind him again. Just when her patience was exhausted and she looked back, there was no Ah Wen behind her who was dressed in black and had black hair tied with a white brocade belt, but Li Zerong who was standing with his hands behind his back and an angry expression.

Huanhuan glanced at him in disgust, then turned his gaze back and looked everywhere for Awen's figure.

Arwen hadn't told her if her brother had returned.

"Did he hurt you?"

Li Zerong grabbed Huanhuan's hand and forbade her to walk around again.

"Who?" Huanhuan looked at him and sneered, "The people in the prince's mansion are afraid that everyone wants to hurt me." ”

"An assassin with a scimitar." Li Zerong's expression darkened, let go of the hand holding Huanhuan's arm, and stated indifferently, "He is not from the palace. ”

Huanhuan understood who he was referring to, and he kept his mind and tentatively said, "Have you seen him?" ”

"Today he broke into the palace and was found by me. The guards in the palace couldn't stop him, he was very good at it, and he didn't love to fight. Looks like he's looking for something. Li Zerong approached Huanhuan, his eyes were sharp, and he said gloomily, "He wants to kill you?" ”

"It's the people in your house who want to kill me!" Huanhuan lowered his eyes and looked at the bloodstains on the ground that had not yet had time to be disposed of, pointed to the dark blood that had not yet had time to be disposed of, and sighed lightly, "He is the murderer." ”

Li Zerong glanced at her, then looked around, as if expected, ignored Huanhuan, and asked, "Where did Mo Niang go?" With her, no one can hurt you anymore. ”

Huanhuan was reminded by him, and immediately understood, and said depressedly: "She ran in the direction of the toilet in a hurry this morning, and she hasn't come back yet." Ling'er went to look for her, but she didn't come back. ”

"The one who was killed by that assassin was a slave in my house, and he wants to kill you?" When Li Zerong said this, he glanced at He Quan, who was following him, and He Quan, who understood, ran in the direction of the toilet with the hilt of the sword in his hand.

Huanhuan briefly summarized what had just happened, and Li Zerong didn't have a particularly big reaction after hearing it, just stared at the little blood stain on Huanhuan's chest.

Huanhuan looked at Li Zerong's slightly frowning brows, and said angrily: "In the past, I was willing to send some guards to guard me, but now that the princess is here, you won't protect me anymore?" ”

"It's not because of her." Li Zerong raised his eyes and looked at the beautiful peach blossom eyes of Shang Huanhuan, "The person who saved you, the slave must know." ”

Seeing that Li Zerong went back to the identity of the assassin, Huanhuan snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, "Maybe it's the chivalrous swordsman in the script, knowing that I am pure and good, and my life should not be extinguished, just save my life." ”

"Slave, do you still believe the story in the book?" Li Zerong already had an answer, raised his eyebrows and sneered, his words were a little proud, "It's your brother's scholar." I knew him, but I didn't expect him to be so skilled. ”

"I'm not going to hurt him!" Huanhuan looked at him coldly and said angrily, "And my brother." ”

When Li Zerong heard her mention her brother, his expression darkened, and his eyes showed distress.

"Nu'er," Li Zerong looked at Huanhuan's eyebrows and sighed lightly, "If your brother comes back, are you going to run away and leave me?" ”

Huanhuan didn't know if it was out of illusion, she felt that Li Zerong seemed to be sad, and it was because of her.

Not daring to think about it again, she replied weakly: "No, I will marry you on Qixi Festival and accompany you forever." ”

After that, Huanhuan pretended to be happy and smiled.

In order to let Li Zerong let down her guard, she had to say something nice, following Li Zerong's wishes, and didn't want to anger him like before. She understands that her brother can't stand the persecution anymore, even if there is a figure like Arwen by his side to protect him.

Li Zerong didn't show a very satisfied look, but asked in a cold voice, "The scholar is holding a Yinhuang knife in his hand?" ”

"Yes." Huanhuan didn't intend to hide it from him anymore, his expression was full of admiration, "The scimitar that is rumored to weigh 100 catties is like a wooden stick in his hand, and the knife saved me in an instant." ”

"It is rumored that the Yinhuang Knife is a demon knife."

Li Zerong slowly picked up the blood-stained fish porridge on the table, sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, sniffed for a long time before putting down the bowl in his hand, and with a slight wave of his hand, the slaves waiting around him stepped forward to clean up the porridge bowl on the table.

Huanhuan didn't understand what he meant, but when he heard the story of the Yinhuang knife in Awen's hand, he was a little curious, "What is a demon knife?" ”

"Slave, do you know the fox girl of the Western Regions? This silver knife is called the demon knife, and it comes from this story. ”

"I know, I've heard people talk about it before." Huanhuan still has some impressions of the story of the fox girl in the Western Regions, and her master Nan Yanchen told it to her in the past, but before the story could be finished, she left in a hurry.

"The legend of the demon knife is that of the fox girl."

"And then?" Huanhuan's curiosity has been successfully aroused, but Li Zerong regrets the stinky problem of words like gold, only knowing that the demon knife is a fox girl's weapon can not satisfy Huanhuan's curiosity.

"It doesn't weigh a hundred pounds, but twenty pounds at most." Li Zerong thought seriously for a while before saying this.

"Why don't you tell me what's so powerful about that demon knife?" Huanhuan lured him to say more, but he was still very curious about the ending of the fox girl, "I almost forgot the ending of the fox girl's story." ”

"Which ones do you remember?" Li Zerong asked rhetorically, with a hint of impatience in his words.

Huanhuan rambled on the plot that Nan Yanchen told her that day, and in the end, she was a little confused, but Li Zerong still continued to tell the story with her strong memory ability.

"This is what I heard when I was six years old." Li Zerong deliberately emphasized it before speaking, and then said, "The female general doesn't know her name, but the young general stationed on the frontier is called Mo Heng." ”

Huanhuan couldn't help but admire the story he heard when he was six years old, and even remembered the name so clearly. But I thought it was a little funny, Li Zerong deliberately emphasized that this was a story he listened to when he was six years old, was it to show off in front of her?

You don't have to. Huanhuan thought to himself, if he read it, there were a lot of stories in the book, and he also wrote down the names of many characters in the stories. When she was seven years old, her father told her the story of Liang Zhuhuadie, and she can remember it clearly. Hmph, that's what you're embarrassed to show off?

But Hwan Hwan immediately realized that he was wrong.

A few days after General Mo killed the female general, the female general's human skin was occupied by the fox girl, and then the fox girl forced General Mo to fall in love with her, and the general also fell in love with her later. They live in the desert, happy and happy. ”

Huanhuan was a little incredulous, "That's it? ”

It turned out that Li Zerong emphasized in advance that he had heard this story when he was six years old, and this was to pave the way for this. Hwan Hwan suspects that what he just heard is a fake story.

Li Zerong nodded silently, as if he felt that Huanhuan was a little dissatisfied, and his expression was a little aggrieved, such Li Zerong was a little cute. Huanhuan looked a little distracted and sighed lightly: "It seems that you are not suitable for storytelling." ”

When Li Zerong heard this, his expression suddenly changed from aggrieved to indifferent and disdainful, "Naturally, it can't compare to Lord Shenzhu." ”

When Li Zerong said this, he could be described as gritting his teeth.

"That's natural, Master's speech is much better than yours, do you know Hu Di's "Jiang Fa"? That's the bleakest song I've ever heard, and it's the story of the fox girl and the general, how can they live happily together? You must be mistaken. ”

Huanhuan decided not to embarrass him anymore to tell the story, and when she mentioned her master, Nan Yanchen, she remembered that day he came to her and gave him a red jade bead ornament chain, as well as ......

"What are you thinking?" Seeing her solemn expression, Li Zerong couldn't help but ask with concern as if she was worried.

Huanhuan came back to his senses, and was about to say nothing, when he heard Li Zerong's voice sounding faintly again, "I'm back." ”

Huanhuan looked back when he heard this, and glanced at He Quan, who seemed to be holding a person in his arms not far away, standing motionless not far away, and did not step forward.

"He Qi?" Huanhuan whispered, then left Li Zerong and walked straight to He Quan. She was uneasy, and from a distance, she could see that He Li was holding a woman in her arms, wearing a light pink Luo skirt, which was Ling'er's favorite color of clothes...

When I got closer, I saw the girl in He Quan's arms, covered in blood, her body curled up and trembling, her hands tightly tugging at He Quan's clothes, and she sobbed.

It's her Ling'er.