Long Ziyue shook her head, seeing Qingbei's face of loss, she explained with a smile: "It's not your reason, it's my wrong method, or maybe, it's really just a handful of scrap metal."

Seeing that Qingbei's body was already shaking, Long Ziyue withdrew her dagger, held the weak Qingbei, patted her shoulder and comforted, "Thank you Qingbei, let's rest."

Qingbei nodded and left.

Long Ziyue supported her chin with one hand, her eyes swept to the dagger on the dresser, and her eyes lowered slightly thoughtfully. For some reason, this dagger always gave her a familiar feeling, and it was this feeling that drew her closer, and it was this feeling that made her pay a thousand gold coins to buy it back.

Picking up the dagger, Long Ziyue pondered while looking at it, what is the secret of this dagger? How do you know its secrets?

The sun sets, and the dusk is quiet.

After dinner, Long Ziyue nested in the house to study the dagger, and Qingbei thought that her young lady was stunned, so she simply went back to the room to cultivate spiritual power. Miss is no longer saved, she has to work hard to become stronger and protect Miss in the future.

In the dead of night, when it was time to sleep, the master bedroom of the Plum Courtyard was brightly lit. Long Ziyue leaned on the edge of the bed, playing with the black dagger in her hand like a piece of rotten iron. This dagger is really weird, it can't be washed, it can't be burned, it can't be broken, it can't be smashed, but it doesn't have the slightest spiritual power, so it needs to be broken with blood?

Thinking of this, Long Ziyue picked up the dagger and swiped her left index finger, and red blood instantly emerged. Taking her index finger into her mouth, Long Ziyue stared at the dagger that was slightly bewitched by her blood.

Condensed Long Ziyue's blood, the dagger, which had always been calm, actually emitted a faint purple light, and then a click sounded, and the jet black of the outer layer of the dagger cracked a little bit, and the outer layer fell off, revealing a dazzling blade.

The silver blade was as smooth as a mirror, and two dragons were winding and circling on the golden hilt, the dragon's head facing each other, and where the dragon's tail met, a purple spar shone brightly. Gold, silver and purple complement each other, gorgeous and mysterious, much more beautiful than the dagger inlaid with three spirit crystals in the Treasure Pavilion.

Looking at the dagger that had retreated in front of him and showing its beauty, Long Ziyue was amazed, and couldn't help but reach out to touch the purple spar on the handle of the knife, before his fingers touched the spar, the dagger flashed with purple light, and the hand that forcibly broke free of Long Ziyue stood in mid-air, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at Long Ziyue.

Seeing this, Long Ziyue's eyes narrowed, she got up from the bed, slowly walked to the dagger, and coldly stared at the exquisite dagger in mid-air.

"I don't care who your former master was, since I got you and broke your seal, I will be your master in the future"

The dagger flashed with purple light, as if mocking Long Ziyue for not being qualified enough, Long Ziyue was not angry, only looked at the dagger in mid-air coldly.

"Obey Me or Perish"

Listening to Long Ziyue's unsympathetic tough words, the dagger was furious, and stabbed at Long Ziyue with a dive, Long Ziyue dodged to avoid the attack, and the lightning in his left hand stretched out, and he grabbed the hilt.

The dagger turned in the air, bypassing Long Ziyue's hand, and the blade of the knife flashed with light, stabbing at Long Ziyue's heart at an absolute speed, the heart is the vital point of the human body, if it is stabbed, it will definitely die.

Looking at the blade that had bullied in front of her, Long Ziyue snorted coldly, her right hand quickly reached out, and she grabbed the blade of the knife, and the blade was only one centimeter away from her heart at this time.

Held in Long Ziyue's hand, the dagger struggled violently, and Long Ziyue's palm soon became bloody. The palm of his hand was already blurred with flesh and blood, and Long Ziyue ignored it, only holding the dagger tightly, and his cold eyebrows did not loosen at all.

When she was an agent, she went back and forth in the rain of bullets, and injuries were commonplace, and those S-class missions, which time was not nine deaths, she would not frown at a gunshot wound, let alone this small wound.

Lowering her eyes, looking directly at the dagger surrounded by purple light, Long Ziyue snorted coldly. It's just a dead thing, and it can turn the sky upside down? Since her blood can break the seal, she will definitely be able to suppress the power of this dagger.