The kitchen door was pulled suddenly, and Feng Xue was so frightened that she immediately pushed me open. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info My waist hit something at once, and the pain made my expression a little ugly.

"I'll go out first." Feng Xue said, the person has already walked outside the door, and it is too late for me to keep it.

At the door of the kitchen at this time, my father looked at me with a serious face, and being stared at by him so seriously made me feel a little weak inexplicably.

"I have something to say to you, come with me." As the father spoke, he turned to leave. Remembering the conversation between my father and me in the early hours of this morning, I happened to have something to ask him, so I immediately followed him.

For some reason, I noticed that my father had deliberately bypassed the living room where Feng Xue and my mother were there, and walked around to go up the stairs through the side door. Such a mysterious feeling inexplicably made me a little serious.

When I got to the study on the second floor, my father walked a few steps, and when I entered, he said to me, "Lock the door."

I did as he told me to lock the door. It was pitch black for a moment, and I used to it until I could barely see the obstruction through the subtle light peeking out of the curtains.

I vaguely saw my father rummaging through the bookshelves, and after a while, he turned around and came to me with a box in his arms.

"Open it and take a look." Father spoke, and the eyes of the gods were extraordinarily bright even in the dark.

Under his gaze, I fumbled around the box and knew by touch that it was a wooden box, and if I guessed correctly, it should be a mahogany box. Don't ask me how I know, I don't want to say that there's a hint of burning in my hands.

Because I'm a god-shattering spirit, I won't be hurt by those demon-slaying items anymore, but I will have some special feelings.

Saying that, I slowly opened the wooden box in my hand, looked at the chaos in the box, and couldn't help but say in surprise: "This, this is ......"

"You—" the father asked in a hesitant tone, "can you see what's inside?"

"Uhhhh

"Turn on the lights." The father said disgustedly, and the expression on his face could still be perceived very clearly even in the dark. I had to obediently run to turn on the light in the study.

It's just that since I don't come to my father's study often, I don't know much about the location of the switch, so I fumbled for a while before finding the switch and turning it on.

"I praised you before, I really don't know how you suddenly became so stupid." Father Chi Guoguo's disgust said.

I made a worried face and muttered quietly, "I thought you were going to play some kind of mystery, and you didn't call me if you didn't turn on the lights."

"Why is there so much nonsense? Look at the box again. My father said to me.

I remembered what I was in my arms and looked down at the box again. There is a sword hilt lying quietly inside at this time, yes, it is the hilt of the sword, there is no sword body, only a hilt is lying quietly in the red diamond mat.

"What is this?" I looked at my father in confusion.

Father's eyes were fixed on the hilt of the sword, and he said with a complicated look in his eyes: "This is an artifact with a long history, although it looks like an ordinary sword hilt now, but when it is controlled with enough power, it will exert unexpected effects."

"What is the effect of the accident?" I asked with some skepticism.

“…… I don't know because I haven't turned it on. Father said, with an unusually calm look on his face.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and asked, "Dad, where did you get this artifact?" It can't be bought upside down, right? ”

"How could I do such a detrimental thing, this is something that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family, and in my generation, I don't know how many generations it has been passed on, this is a real family heirloom." My father said with some emotion, and he threw a chestnut on my head.

I covered my head and complained pitifully: "You know, it's just a joke, I'm so ruthless, I'm your own son."

My father glanced at me, then fell silent, turned to the bookshelf behind his desk, and said, "I can probably guess what you have experienced, and you must also know your mission and the bloodline to which you belong."

"Speaking of which, I was about to ask you, Dad, what do you know?" I suddenly asked.

My father sighed and said, "I probably know that, and you know that I have been researching this since the beginning, and the reason for this is because I learned about the history of our family from your grandfather, so I know more about this matter."

"Huh? Then why haven't I heard you talk about this? And doesn't it mean that except for the main department, the rest of the mortal realms will not have a memory record of this aspect? I asked.

"Because there were so many branches at that time, some of them escaped the relevant procedures and were able to pass on the memories of that place, and our family was one of them. At the time, I thought you were still young, and I was afraid that it would be bad for you to know this, so I wanted to wait until you were determined to talk to you. It's just that I didn't expect that before I could tell you, you were selected by the Spirit Domain Headquarters. Father said, with a sentimental look on his face.

"Our family has been passed down from generation to generation, so I dream of kite, since this is your fate, you have to complete it well. If you encounter any difficulties and need to use me, Dad, I will do my best to help you, remember, you must protect the foundation of our own heritage. When he said this, although his face was reluctant, he also showed great righteousness, which made the setting of "father equal to hero" in my heart more solid.

"I will." I said with the same firmness, and there was a scorching flame burning in my heart, burning all my power.

My father patted me on the shoulder and said, "Okay, this is my good son, okay, you put this away first, you must collect it."

Listening to my father's advice, I directly threw the things in my hand into the storage bag, although this is a bag that seals snow, and I have forgotten to return it to her, and it should be fine to put it in it for the time being. I thought so, and looked up at my father, only to see that his old man was staring at my movements with a pair of eyes full of disbelief.

"Ahem, what's that, it's good to get used to it later." I said to my father in turn.

"Well, that's right." Father said, his expression softening. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he asked me, "What is the identity of that snow?"

I remembered her and said, "She's my partner and my ...... Someone your son likes. ”