But when the ink knife looked away, it was empty. Modao was slightly stunned.

"Who is it?" said to himself in a soft voice, he was sure that there was someone there before, but now that person was gone.

Could it be an immortal? The ink knife couldn't help but doubt, only an immortal can disappear out of thin air.

But the ink knife didn't feel the slightest immortal power

While the ink knife was stunned, the proprietress walked to his table.

"Are you done eating? Her voice was indifferent, in contrast to the previous one, and it was clear that she didn't like the ink knife, because the ink knife only needed steamed buns and wine, and she never liked the poor guests.

The ink knife did not speak, his hand groped in his arms, ready to pay and leave.

Suddenly, the ink knife touched a dagger in his arms.

He wondered where this dagger came from and where he had never used any weapon but his own sword.

Looking at the dagger, the ink knife felt very familiar, because it was as black and broken as his own.

And when the ink knife holds it, there is always a feeling of blood connection.

Finally, the ink knife learned the origin of the dagger.

With his hand on his back, the ink knife pulled out his broken knife.

When the ink knife took out the dagger, the boss's face had changed and became gloomy. When the ink knife took out the broken knife again, she shot instantly.

A kitchen knife appeared, nailed to the ink knife table, the handle trembling slightly.

"You want to pay the bill?" said the proprietress in a cold voice.

Ignoring the kitchen knife on the table, the ink knife put the dagger in his hand together with the broken knife. In an instant, an unbelievable scene appeared, and I saw that the dagger was suddenly submerged in the broken knife.

Devouring the dagger, the broken knife trembled slightly, as if it was leaping.

Looking closely, the broken knife seemed to be a little longer than before.

Seeing that the ink knife had been silent, he hadn't even looked at himself. The proprietress was about to have a seizure, but when she saw that the ink knife had caused a dagger to disappear out of thin air.

A hint of horror flashed in his eyes in an instant, and he retreated sharply.

"Are you an immortal?" she asked. Then she looked at her and said, "Even if you are an immortal, you have to pay!" Her tone was firm, but the fear in her eyes did not change.

From this, it can be seen that she is also afraid of immortals. But she seems to have something more fearful......

Finally, Modao looked up at the proprietress .

With just one look, the proprietress instantly felt a piercing chill, as if she was in the middle of winter, and her body trembled unconsciously.

However, no matter how scared she was, she never left, still staring directly at the ink knife, looking directly at the black eyes of the ink knife.

Only in money, she will not budge.

Modao never wanted to pay his debts, and he never did.

The eyes of the ink knife have always been like this, so dark, so indifferent, that people will unconsciously tremble when they just look at it.

In general, the ink knife will rarely look directly at others. It's just that Modao feels that the woman in front of him is a little special.

But when he looked at it for a while, he realized that he was wrong. The woman in front of her is not special, but she has a little more obsession than the others. It is that obsession that makes her not afraid of immortals, so that she is not afraid of death.

Putting the broken knife on his back, the ink knife got up, casually put a few copper coins on the table, and turned to leave.

But before the ink knife had taken a few steps, the proprietress stopped him in an instant.

"Are you an outsider?" At this time, the proprietress no longer had any fear in her eyes. It's just that she can finally be sure that the ink knife is not an immortal, and since it is not an immortal, then she doesn't need to be afraid. Although she still couldn't know how the ink knife made a dagger disappear out of thin air, the immortals never used copper coins, only those outsiders could use them.

Three months ago, a group of people suddenly came to this dry sky city. All of them had weapons on their backs and fierce eyes.

If you don't agree with each other, you will fight, and you won't make any sense at all. And it was this kind of copper coin that the group used.

Modao didn't answer, he didn't understand what the woman in front of him said.

The proprietress took out a stack of paper from her bosom and shook it in front of the ink knife. "That's money, your kind of thing is already an antique. ”

But no one will collect them, because there are immortals, and the antiques that have been out of the times will never be valuable, because the immortals will not allow them to be valuable.

"Did they change the money too......" Ink Knife whispered to himself.

"What bad luck!" cursed the proprietress as she had met the group of outsiders before, explained to them for a long time, and even made a move. In the end, I still didn't get a penny. Because there was no money on that group of people at all.

Looking at the ink knife, the proprietress cursed a few more times, and finally could only admit that she was unlucky.

". She said to Modao, and then turned to leave, and from this point of view, she also seemed to be a reasonable person.

The ink knife didn't go, and it was natural to pay for dinner.

In this world, only murder will not have to be repaid, because there is no one to pay.

didn't pay for the meal, Modao is equivalent to owing the boss a favor, and Modao never likes to owe others love.

Turning around, the ink knife followed the woman back to the inn and sat down in the previous corner.

"Why are you back again?" said the proprietress with a hint of anger on her face. "I'm not going to sell you anything anymore. "She's been fooled once, and she'll never do it again.

Modao was silent, and sat quietly like that. The ink knife wants to return this favor to the woman in front of him.

"Hurry up, I'm closing. The proprietress urged.

The ink knife remained silent.

"I'll tell you to get out, can't you hear me?" said the proprietress and took out her kitchen knife again. The kitchen knife was still bloody, and a fish had been disemboweled, and it was her dinner. The fish's entrails have been hollowed out, but its eyes remain open. It seems to see, to see who killed it.

At this time, a group of people suddenly appeared out of thin air, as if premeditated, and instantly surrounded this humble inn.

They were uniformly dressed, all wearing black trousers, shirtless.

The first person is a man with a scar on his face. Only he was dressed in a long robe.

The long robe was pitch black, rusty with white clouds, and a golden sword pierced through the clouds, as if it was about to cut the sky.

He held a long knife in his hand, but the handle of the knife was as tall as a person, and the blade was blue, glowing with cold light. There was blood on it, and it pierced the eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, and looked extremely vicious.

"Who is bullying me and shaking the heavens, get out of here!" the man at the head shouted.

Looking at the crowd outside, the innkeeper knew that it was those people from before who came to seek revenge. She had two knives in her hand, and was about to rush out.

The ink knife turned sideways and stopped her behind her.

"I'll help you get rid of them, and you won't owe anything to each other from now on. Ink Knife said. He had already discovered these people, so he would return to the inn in order to return a favor to the innkeeper's wife.

"No, you don't. But the innkeeper refused.