"Young lady!" Shang Qian's face sank, and he seemed to be greatly offended, but because of her identity, it was difficult to investigate, so he held back his anger.

Feng Jiu looked at him coldly, with a look of not stopping: "I said, I want to see your sword." ”

Shang Qian was stunned for a moment when he saw that she was so persistent, and couldn't help but look at the old man for help.

The old man also frowned, knowing that Feng Nineteen estimated that he had discovered something, he secretly called him unlucky, and said with a serious face: "Nineteen, don't be rude." ”

Although Feng Nineteen acted casually, he was actually a person who knew the rules, and if he had such an attitude, Feng Nineteen would not have pursued it on the spot even if he was unwilling, but today......

Like the wind, he instantly bullied up, and at some point the broken porcelain piece that appeared in his hand was pressed against his throat, and before Shang Qian could react, Feng Jiu pulled out the sword.

The sharp iron tool rubbed, and the sound was awe-inspiring, and Shang Qian liked it very much in the past, but now he felt a little harsh.

He watched Feng Nineteen holding his sword and lowered his head to study the patterns on it, as if he wanted to see through the patterns.

"What kind of pattern is this?" Feng Jiu suddenly asked.

"It's just a normal pattern." Shang Qian said with a displeased face, "This matter should have nothing to do with the young lady." ”

"Is it really none of me?" Feng Shijiu raised his eyes, but his eyes were looking at the old man, his dark eyes, and the old man couldn't see what was in it for a while.

Even in the moment of confrontation, there was a sense of shock.

Feng Jiu quickly looked away, she carried her sword, walked outside, and found the two soldiers standing at the door bored, they were the people brought by Shang Qian.

And the person who can bring it at this time is obviously a confidant.

Seeing Feng Nineteen walking with a sword in a menacing manner, they were all a little surprised.

In the next second, the tip of the sword was headed, Feng Nineteen: "Give me your sword." ”

The two creeps looked at each other.

They hesitated for a moment, but Feng Nineteen couldn't wait, and stepped closer, and then pulled out his long sword, and sure enough, he found a similar pattern on the hilt.

"What kind of pattern is this?" She asked again.

Being pointed at by her with a sword, especially her current state, it was simply terrifying, and the little soldier trembled: "I, I don't know. ”

He is not a sword-forging person, how could he know this, isn't it all sent to his hand and taken it?

Also, does the pattern have any meaning to the name?

Xiao Bing felt the endless coldness emanating from the woman in front of him, and his legs and stomach were shaking in fright, thinking that he was going to die in the next second.

However, before he could understand, he heard two clicks, and the sword was thrown on the ground, and then saw the man with his eyes closed, his expression restrained and depressed, as if he was thinking of something extremely painful.

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Feng Nineteen is reminiscing.

First, I recalled the latest assassination, from beginning to end, looking for suspicions.

Then I found a lot of things that were wrong.

Not to mention the strangeness of those killers, just the number of people, she had doubts before, after all, unless dealing with a large event, basically would not send multiple killers to deal with the same task at a time.

However, when she saw that Mu Weixian was injured, her heart was filled with anger and ignored this matter.

Oh, Mu Weixian was injured, why was he injured?

Feng Jiu recalled that the scene was simply ridiculous, full of sieve ridiculous, and even more ridiculous was that he was deceived and did not find out that it was wrong.

She picked up the sword and held it for Mu Wei to see: "Is this pattern familiar?" ”

Mu Weixian didn't speak, and looked at her silently.

"You must be familiar." Feng Nineteen smiled and said, "This is a pattern designed by your ancestors, how can you not be familiar?!" ”

"Oh, it's not a pattern either." Feng Shijiu thought of something again, sneered, and said, "What pattern, this is 'Wei', this is your surname." ”

Mu Wei Xian's ancestor, Wei Xian's ancestor, the founding monarch of the previous dynasty, specially looking for a master craftsman, set the Wei character into such a beautiful and practical pattern, why didn't she recognize it.

In the majestic palace in the capital, there is this pattern on every pillar, so obvious and straightforward, why didn't she recognize it!

Not only did he not recognize it, but he even thought it was a pattern made by his own kind.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiu couldn't help laughing, laughing at himself for being stupid as a pig, laughing at himself for being blind.

She smiled a little hideously, looking at Mu Weixian's gaze, with boundless anger, and ...... Hate.

Confirming that he saw disgust in those eyes, Mu Weixian's body shook, a little incredulous.

He stretched out his hand: "Lady......"

"Don't call me that!" Stretched out his hand and knocked down that hand, mercilessly, and the once cherished kiss immediately turned red.

Feng Shijiu's eyes widened, and he dissociated himself from him: "You and I have never visited the church, and we have nothing to do with each other. ”

Mu Weixian's face turned cold, and his voice said coldly, "Lady, you should calm down." ”

yes, it's time to calm down.

Closing his eyes, Feng Nineteen forcibly calmed himself down.

After a long while, she opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, her face had not changed, but she felt so strange.

She couldn't help but take a step back, a little scared to get closer.

"Lady." Mu Wei took a step forward and stretched out his hand to grab her, but was dodged.

"Lady." Mu Weixian frowned, didn't say anything, stretched out his hand again, and finally caught it this time.

"What's the point?" Feng Jiu looked at him coldly.

It was clear that there was no head and no tail, but Mu Weixian understood what she meant, and couldn't help but grab her hand, put it in his heart and said, "You listen to me explain to you." ”

Feng Jiu didn't speak, and motioned for him to say.

Mu Weixian didn't speak in a loud voice, as if he couldn't open his mouth, and there was no way to explain it.

Feng Nineteen couldn't help but sneer, looking disdainful.

Mu Wei pursed his lips with a serious expression.

A hand suddenly poked at the wound on his waist, Feng Nineteen: "Does it hurt?" ”

Almost subconsciously shrunk, habitually putting a disguise on her face, Mu Wei said pitifully: "It hurts." ”

In order to show pity, even tears were squeezed out.

However, the person who used to look concerned and anxious for him looked indifferent at the moment, and his eyes were crooked with malice, "Why didn't it hurt you to death?" ”

Mu Wei was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but squeeze her hand tightly, pinching with Feng Nineteen's pain-fighting ability, she felt very painful.

But she didn't say anything, she didn't scream, she just looked at Mu Weixian calmly, thinking that she looked disgusted, but more sad.

"It's all fake, isn't it?"

Mu Weixian shook his head, his affection was not fake.

However, Feng Nineteen didn't care about his reaction, and only basked in his own sadness.

"Your naivety is also fake, isn't it?"

"I ......"

"You had brains in the first place, didn't you?"

"It's not." Mu Weixian categorically denied that he had really burned stupid before.

Feng 19: "It seems to be a brain that grew halfway." ”

Mu Wei stopped talking, although his words were not wrong, but why did he feel so strange?