The ink-colored sword let out one mournful sound after another, trying not to believe that it was real, but it knew that it should not admit that it was wrong, and it really could be the person it had been waiting for for a long time.

"Lord, master, master, is that you?" The inky sword kept buzzing, and the joy that overflowed from the sword didn't mean that it could be faked.

The tall figure froze, and then slowly turned his head to look at the place where the ink-colored sword was standing, and when the upright figure finally turned around, the ink-colored sword just trembled and stopped directly in the air, so stupidly stopped, if this sword has an expression, it means that it is absolutely stunned.

"Master, master, no, you are not my master, the master will not be like you, so weak, you are definitely not my master." The ink-colored sword made a sound of disgust, but only it knew how complicated it was in its heart, only since it was separated from its master, its natal contract with its master had been forcibly opened by its master, if it hadn't seen the back of this evil spirit, how could it have wanted to get its master.

The inky eyes stared at the ink-colored sword tightly, as if they were going to dismantle the sword, and there was a blank look in their eyes, but they wanted to kill more people.

Mo Yuan, I don't know what's wrong with him, it's not long after entering this illusion, he can't calm down, what is this place, who is he? What is he going to do? He seemed to be looking for something again, but what was it?

Yes, this person who turned around and was considered the master by the sword was Mo Yuan, I am afraid that many people felt that Mo Yuan was very speechless, and they did not think that this person who might admit his mistake would be someone else, but he didn't want it to be Mo Yuan.

"Who are you and what are you doing here? Who am I? Mo Yuan lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the dark mist that was slowly rising in his eyes.

Before the ink-colored sword could speak, Mo Yuan raised his eyes slightly to look at the ink-colored sword that was running in the sky, and listened to the ink-colored sword flying in the air, and kept muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's going to be bad this time, it's actually provoking this kind of evil god, huh. ”

It wants to find a place outside and throw this guy down directly, this guy is too terrifying, even if this man may be its owner, it is definitely not an existence that it can provoke.

It remembered that it hadn't set up any illusion on this man just now, that is, it was just to let him go to the battlefield to fight people, how did he become the ghost he is now.

"You, you're ......" the inky sword paused, but still mustered up the courage to speak, "Can you show me the palm of your right hand?" ”

It was obviously still frightened, and it didn't dare to make too many moves at all, so it opened its mouth cautiously, for fear that Mo Yuan would be angry now.

Mo Yuan blinked, Peach Blossom's eyes were full of blank looks, with that innocent expression, not to mention how cute it was, but it was a pity that if his right hand was not dripping with blood, it would be even more cute.

"Why did you show it?" Mo Yuan opened his mouth curiously, his eyes blinked, and the ink-colored sword did not fly, but there was a sound of swallowing saliva.

"Well, you show me and I'll let you out? What do you think? The ink-colored sword spoke cautiously, it was afraid of provoking the man in front of it, you must know that if this man is really its master who sacrifices his life for women, then it is definitely a sad guy who offends whom.

"Why should I go out? It's nice here, it's red, it's so beautiful. Mo Yuan stretched out his hand and looked at the blood that was slowly dripping from his hand, but he didn't think that the blood on his hand was beautiful, but felt disgust, disgust for the blood on his hand.

Well, even if it doesn't have to be sure now, then it has sixty percent doubts that this man will be its master, although it has no natal contract with the master, but it can also feel that the master is in that approximate position, and it will come over now, but I didn't expect its owner to be so little perverted.

"Well, you show me the palm of your right hand, and I'll take you to your daughter-in-law?" The ink-colored sword opened his mouth more cautiously, and added in his heart, it's okay to take off your clothes and show it, anyway, there should be a mark on the chest.

Mo Yuan's peach blossom eyes blinked again, and he muttered "daughter-in-law," but he didn't know what a daughter-in-law was, why did he look for a daughter-in-law?

"That's right, daughter-in-law, aren't you here looking for a daughter-in-law?" After seeing that the evil qi around Mo Yuan had decreased a little, the ink-colored sword breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly flew in front of Mo Yuan, only half a meter away from Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan flashed a trace of cunning in the direction that the ink-colored sword couldn't see, and showed his little white teeth at the ink-colored sword, beckoned to the ink-colored sword, and motioned for the ink-colored sword to pass, the ink-colored sword was stunned, but because Mo Yuan, this guy might be its real owner, so it thought about it and flew over.

It has been with its master for tens of thousands of years, how could it not know what virtue its master is, but now it has forgotten about this matter, when Mo Yuan stretched out his hand and directly held the hilt of its sword, it had ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past in its heart, and it almost didn't want to burst into foul language.

Is it self-inflicted? Actually flew over by himself? The feeling of being caught by this man is a little familiar, and the familiar can't be more familiar, but it still wants to confirm it, and it is afraid that if it recognizes its own master, it is afraid that it will be killed by its own master when it finds its master.

And Mo Yuan's hand holding the ink-colored sword was his left hand, not his right hand, and it couldn't feel anything strange about Mo Yuan's body at all, and it didn't know if Mo Yuan was its owner.

"Little thing, you're ugly, do you want this seat to make you look better." Mo Yuan spoke in a low voice, and the wrongness in his tone finally made the ink-colored sword notice.

If this man is its master, it will be terrible now, offending a few people, and it must not offend the current master, because the current Mo Yuan really looks a little frightened.

"That, we have something to say, don't move your hands and feet, they are all civilized people, don't be like this." The ink-colored sword is going to regret dying now, and the tone is full of pleading, it's simple, if it knew that this man was so terrifying, it shouldn't have put this man into this illusion just now, and it had been paying attention to the place where it had a cockroach illusion just now, and I didn't know what happened here, why did this man be so strange or not, and it was also wronged.