Xia Fan patted Wen Sifan's head and said in a low voice: "What do you want?

Wen Sifan glanced at Xia Fan, angry and funny. "Just kidding, understand, understand?"

"Uh..."

Wen Sifan saw Xia Fan stunned and ignored him anymore, anyway, he knew that Xia Fan was like this when he was a child, and sometimes he was too serious.

I began to appreciate one by one carefully, but I couldn't appreciate any tweeds, bottles and cans, bronzes, I just felt that these were nothing more than old things. After thinking about it for a while, most of the cultural relics are indeed too damaged, and I feel that they really have no ornamental value, let alone use.

But until his gaze fell on the rusty, broken sword......

When he saw this broken sword for the first time, Wen Sifan's gaze was no longer willing to take his eyes off, and he said with some doubts: "This sword, it feels so mysterious." He poked Xia Fan, who was looking at other cultural relics, and said with a surprised expression: "Xia Fan, do you feel strange when you look at this sword?"

Xia Fan turned around, and then carefully looked at the broken sword. And the more I look at it, the more reluctant I feel. The heart is also like Wen Sifan, an indescribable strange feeling, a sense of déjà vu, but indescribable strangeness. Although this broken sword was broken, the more closely it looked at it, the more fierce sword intent seemed to have the potential to penetrate the body and cut through the void. The dragon-shaped carving of the hilt of the sword burst out with an eternal and solemn atmosphere, and it came to the face in an instant.

Seeing that Wen Sifan couldn't help but want to touch it with his hands.

Xia Fan was shocked: "Don't !!"

But when he saw that Wen Sifan held the broken sword in his hand and nothing strange happened, Xia Fan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, the worry just now was too superfluous. But he wondered in his heart: "Why did you tell yourself in your heart just now that you must not let Wen Sifan touch it?" After thinking about it, maybe he was too nervous, after all, it was just a broken sword, but it was different from other objects. But he didn't notice that a strange white light flashed in Wen Sifan's eyes......

Seeing this, Wen Yu hurriedly scolded Wen Sifan: "Little rabbit, don't mess with the cultural relics, put them down quickly." ”

But before Xia Guangxing could speak, a sudden change occurred.

At that time, no one knew what was going on!

Suddenly!!!

Wen Sifan raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar. As if he couldn't hear any sound anymore, he didn't listen to his father's words and obediently put down the broken sword.

Instead, he grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and held it across his chest, while his other hand was tightly grasped on the blade of the sword, which was so much notched. Even if the blade is broken, it looks old and dull, and even the sword body has been eroded by the years. But Wen Sifan's hand was instantly penetrated deep into the flesh by the blade of the sword, and the blood leached out and spread on the broken sword in an instant. On the original rust, the blink of an eye was all soaked in blood, and the broken sword suddenly flashed with a silver-white shimmer along with bright blood flowers.

Everyone was shocked to witness this suffocating scene, and their faces turned extremely pale with surprise. Speechless, he didn't dare to move, Xia Fan was also taken aback by this sudden situation, and stood in place, not knowing what Wen Sifan was going to do.

Only Wen Yu suddenly saw his son's weird crazy behavior in a blink of an eye, and rushed over excitedly. But just before Wen Yu could stop Wen Sifan's crazy behavior.

only heard the sound of "touch", and an invisible force instantly ejected Wen Yu a few meters away, crashed into an instrument, and immediately fell unconscious.

Xia Guangxing exclaimed in surprise and said, "Old Wen!" hurriedly rushed to Wen Yu's side.

At this moment, Xia Fan noticed that Wen Sifan's eyes were gradually glowing with white light, and they were getting more and more abundant, and his hair had rapidly changed to silver-white at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and the blood in his hands was even more crazy overflowing. Along with the hilt of the sword, it was dyed a vivid blood red. The strange thing is that although the broken sword is covered in blood, not a single drop of blood falls to the ground. And more blood suddenly squirmed wildly towards the place where the sword body was broken!

Seeing the strange changes in the broken sword, Xia Fan was shocked and exclaimed, "This broken sword...... Looks like it's recasting itself?"

In the blink of an eye, the white light gradually emitted by the broken sword became more and more dazzling, as dazzling as the sun, and the entire room was instantly illuminated. But the blood in Wen Sifan's whole body seemed to be absorbed by this broken sword, the blood on his face had disappeared, his eyes were tightly closed, his already silver-white hair was growing rapidly at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and his body was falling backwards uncontrollably.

Xia Fan saw that his brother suddenly became like this, and in his complicated eyes, pain, anger, and helplessness were constantly intertwined. He took a deep breath and stopped talking. I saw him grit his teeth violently, roared, and slammed his strong fist to the ground to support his body. At this moment, Xia Fan had already made a decision.

shouted loudly, and roared angrily: "Aren't you able to suck blood? Come on!" Even if he witnessed Wen Yu being shaken away by an invisible giant force just now, his life and death were unknown, but at this moment, Xia Fan couldn't care about it anymore, he definitely couldn't watch his brother die in pain by sucking up blood. He said firmly in his heart: "Even if you have to die!"

Xia Fan jumped and came to Wen Sifan's side.

Seeing Xia Fan's careless appearance, Xia Guangxing was startled and shouted loudly: "Son, come back!"

The situation no longer allowed Xia Fan to hesitate, pretending not to hear his father's heart-rending call, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a warmth in his heart, after all, his father cared about him.

Fortunately, when Xia Fan rushed in front of Wen Sifan with his eyes closed, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he didn't feel any obstacles, he thought he had to work hard, but he didn't expect it to be so easy, Xia Fan breathed a sigh of relief. hurriedly shouted again: "Wen Sifan, wake up." Ke Wen Sifan remained motionless as if in shock, but his expression became more and more painful.

Xia Fan seemed to have already thought of a countermeasure, and hurriedly wanted to break Wen Sifan's hand on the blade, but he found that he couldn't move it at all. Accidentally, his hand was cut by the blade of the sword in an instant, and Xia Fan suddenly felt that the blood in his body was flowing towards the wound uncontrollably. Xia Fan said in his heart: "What a weird sword, but you are nothing more than that." ”

As if he had made up his mind, his heart was crossed, and he roared angrily: "If you must die, then ...... I'll be with you. Gritting his teeth, he resolutely held his hands tightly on the blade of the sword at the same time, and he couldn't see a trace of sharpness The blade really cut through the flesh in an instant, and a huge suction force tightly adsorbed his hands on the sword body, unable to move at all.

Feeling the endless madness of blood flowing out of his body, the strength of his body gradually began to disappear, Xia Fan began to panic, but at this time, he looked at Wen Sifan, and the white light in his eyes dimmed. The mouth opened and closed with difficulty, as if it was saying whose name.

Xia Fan asked in pain, word by word: "You... Say... Miscellaneous... But Wen Sifan still couldn't answer, obviously he couldn't hear anything anymore.

The rapid loss of blood in Xia Fan's body, his body has gradually become exhausted, his consciousness is becoming more and more blurred, his eyes quickly blacken, and he finally fainted.