Even if there may be a god who created the universe or something, maybe it's just a marble in the hand of the person in the room.

Thinking about it this way, Ning Sai was also a little trembling.

Some time ago, he was really talking nonsense for a while with a terrible existence.

……

Next came a knife, a long knife.

This is actually the item that Wang Tianhua is most interested in, after all, she is a super warrior, and she is naturally sensitive to weapons.

It can be said that every super warrior's thirst for weapons has a dedication beyond the ordinary.

It's just a disparity in the importance of obsession.

This knife is not rusty, it looks like a very ordinary broadsword.

It is definitely not suitable for old firewood, but it should be a big problem to cut people, it still looks very sharp, and the workmanship is good.

It's one of the best-looking.

Then, let's see the real thing.

After the identification, the knife has changed, the knife is still a knife, but from a large knife, to the kind of door panel knife that can only appear in fantasy literature.

It's an exaggerated shape, almost two meters long.

Not only long, but also heavy, heavy, but also sharp.

Both Ning Xi and Wang Tianhua saw that the blade of this knife was the kind of saw blade hidden in it.

It must be difficult for the average person to see at first glance, and they will think that the blade is just a strange mezzanine one.

But the vision of the super samurai is the same as a magnifying glass, so it can be seen clearly.

This layer at first glance is an integrated blade.

In fact, it is an extremely small extension, just like some kind of silk thread, hair, these many silk threads stand in rows, and the result of the combination is the blade of this knife.

The blade is special, and the knife itself is also special, because this knife is full of mechanical feeling.

In other words, it feels less like a weapon and more like a specially shaped engine unit.

The mechanical mera is full, but there is no start switch,

Judging only by its appearance, this knife should have come from an era of advanced technology.

So what is this treasure knife that has changed into a living person, its real name, and its origin?

Under Wang Tianhua's extreme curiosity, Ning Sai began to explain.

This knife, real name, Great Magic Fang!

Here's the background.

On Moen Street, you can often see a special person, he is not tall, only a little more than 1.4 meters, 1.5 meters in the sky, some necks leaned forward, wearing heavy autumn clothes, sweaters, coats, all black, gray, often with hats, all styles, are also very gray, black, plush texture.

It's like this guy is very afraid of the cold, all year round, regardless of winter, summer, autumn and spring.

Why would such a person be noticed, because no matter what clothes he changes, hats, as soon as he appears, a scarf hangs down from his neck, and the tail of the scarf hangs down, as if to kiss the ground.

The scarf was green, very bright, even bright green.

Around his neck, the green scarf was always there, blocking half of his face.

Who is he?

Everyone calls him, Green Scarf!

Or, the little Gru.

The Gru, a supposedly inferior human being a hybrid of earth elves, are naturally short, and even the tallest of the population is only about 1.6 meters. They live in seclusion, are withdrawn, and do not like to interact with people.

Moen Street has always been lively, lively, complex, and chaotic.

So the little Gelugs, this title is for ridicule.

But it's just a mockery.

Could it be that the atmosphere on Moen Street is surprisingly good?

No matter how good the place, there will be gangsters, and Moen Street is no different.

So some people not only ridiculed, but even planned to extort something from this little man who was not a native of Morne Street.

But these gangsters all returned in vain, they didn't die, but when someone asked curiously.

"What did you do with that green scarf?"

At this time, they will appear frightened, and it only takes a few seconds for extreme fear to suffocate, faint, and even die.

No one knows what they went through.

But gradually, the green scarf that I saw by chance on Moen Street became a sign that could not be provoked.

Green Scarf is not a Morne Street native.

Green Scarf, not every day you come to Moen Street.

He comes irregularly.

When it's fast, it may come once every half a month, and when it's slow, you may not see it for half a night.

The time was extended, and within a few years, it became a Moen Street relishing fun,

Many people are also curious about this, they are wondering who this green scarf is, the purpose of coming to Moen Street, and where does he come from?

These people have used a lot of means, such as visiting and investigating, frontal tracking, behind-the-scenes exploration, careful tracking, coercion and temptation, etc., anyway, they have tried everything they can.

So the result?

Some of them became the first few gangsters.

It's normal to do so.

But once the name of the green scarf is mentioned, it will be impossible to control the fear, coma, and even death.

And there are still some people who only declare to the outside world that they will never be curious about this kind of thing again.

What's going on, what's really like it!

Still no one knows.

The story of the green scarf on Moen Street, from the very beginning, has become an urban legend after another 200 years.

Two hundred years is enough time to change a lot of things, for example, the bustling Moen Street has become one of the top three worst areas in Benlai.

It is known as a paradise of chaos, a paradise of crime, a dunghill spurned by good people, and a devil's cave that normal people will never dare to approach.

The people here also come and go, basically all of them are three religions and nine streams, three indiscriminate, do not do business, and walk barely.

When I saw the butt of the street from the street, I couldn't stare at a few words I didn't recognize.

Because that's all I know.

It's not peaceful!

It's a very uneasy place.

However, such a place, every day, every time, can always usher in some curious and eager guests,

Maybe it's just that I haven't been beaten before, so there are always some young people who come to take risks.

In the end, fortunately, he was directly persuaded to retire, after all, there will be a few guys who respect the old and love the young.

And those who are not lucky have become a part of this Moen Street, whether they live or die, nothing will change, they are already a part of Moen Street, and always will be.

But there are some people, some people, who are exceptions.

Right, fist power!

As long as you pinch it, the pervert doesn't dare to be too presumptuous.

On the day of Moen Street, a guest was welcomed,

It was a baby-faced, maybe fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and each of them was not tall, maybe one meter six.

The boy is very good-looking, but good-looking, on the contrary, will make him a target and be targeted.

There are always some big people who will have special commodity needs.

Of course, there are some people who are just looking for nothing to do.

But when one of them was the first to act, they could not move.

Because that brave guy has been torn to shreds by the smile on the face of the cute baby-faced boy.

And they can't move a single step, as if the time on them has been suspended.

What's going on?