And the dragon pattern on the scabbard is still vivid, Duan Zixiong stroked it with his hand, and even felt the pricking hand, he was so frightened that he quickly shook it off, and then looked at it in surprise. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

No, it should have been my own fantasy just now, and it wasn't really prickly.

Duan Zixiong secretly wondered, he didn't believe that because the blood-drinking sword was full of spirituality and evil spirits, even the dragon pattern on the scabbard was real.

He looked at it for a long time, and the blood-drinking sword did not change in any way. So he placed the blood-drinking sword in front of a guqin, and he played the strings, trying to use the sound of the piano to draw out the monster with the dragon's head and snake body.

Duan Zixiong played hard, his heart was full of anticipation, but mixed with a little fear, in case it really came out, he really didn't know how to deal with it, so he hesitated to play, and every time he played it, he observed whether there was any change in the blood-drinking sword.

After a while, the blood-drinking sword did not change in any way, and there were no monsters flying out of it, and there were no unusual sounds coming out.

"It's so weird, I don't believe I can't figure out what's so mysterious here. Duan Zixiong muttered to himself, looking very unconvinced.

He then pulled out his blood-drinking sword to see what was inside the scabbard. He pulled it hard, but the blood-drinking sword didn't move.

He tried several times, but the blood-drinking sword was still the same.

He carefully recalled the appearance of Zhuo Yifan pulling out the blood-drinking sword, and found that Zhuo Yifan was driven by internal force.

"Haha, it's simple, Zhuo Yifan's internal strength can't be as high as mine, he can pull it out, of course I can. Duan Zixiong said with a smile.

So he began to use the internal force passed on to him by Duan Yifeng to urge the Blood Drinking Sword, and sure enough, the Blood Drinking Sword was easily pulled out by him.

I saw that the shiny body of the blood-drinking sword kept flickering, which made people feel cold, but there was nothing unusual about it.

He shook the scabbard with all his might, and kept throwing it down, trying to shake out the monster in the scabbard. But after throwing it hard for a long time, nothing came out.

Duan Zixiong slowly moved his eyes closer to the scabbard's port, trying to get a glimpse of what was inside.

He didn't dare to put his eyes on it directly, for fear that the monster inside would pull out his eyes, and then he would be miserable.

He first used a piece of paper and rolled it into a long cylinder, and then placed the barrel next to the mouth of the scabbard, and looked through the mouth of the paper cylinder to see what was inside the scabbard.

Duan Zixiong looked through the paper tube for a while, and there was nothing unusual except for the black inside.

After observing for a while, he simply threw away the paper tube and put his eyes directly on it.

As before, it was still dark inside, and nothing was to be seen. But as time passed, he noticed that something seemed to be flickering inside the scabbard, transparent and shiny, shining like a wick.

"Could it be the eyes of a monster?" Duan Zixiong mused, hurriedly removing his eyes.

Such a strange phenomenon has appeared, and it is difficult for Duan Zixiong to suppress his curiosity about figuring it out. So he found a long, slender stick and began to stuff it into the scabbard, but the deeper he stuffed it, he even shoved the stick in his fingers, but it did not reach the bottom of the scabbard.

He then replaced it with a stick, this time as long as two scabbards, but strangely enough, the whole stick was stuffed in, and it still didn't reach the bottom.

This time it frightened Duan Zixiong, such an evil thing happened right under his nose, and it was strange that he was not shocked.

He was so frightened that he quickly inserted the blood-drinking sword into the scabbard to prevent something from escaping inside, in which case, the consequences would be unpredictable.

"In this way, this blood-drinking sword is not necessarily a good thing, but may also be a scourge. Duan Zixiong thought secretly, his face began to turn pale, and he didn't even dare to get close to the blood-drinking sword.

It's just that he recalled that Zhuo Yifan was very relaxed when he held it, and he didn't have any fear, but he was afraid of how it could be passed into his hands.

"My internal strength is much higher than his, he is not afraid, what am I afraid of!" As he spoke, Duan Zixiong took the blood-drinking sword in his hand again and put it on his chest, although he kept playing a small drum in his heart, he insisted on pretending to be fearless.

At this time, his attitude towards the blood-drinking sword can be said to be a copy of Ye Gong's good dragon, and he has the same end.

Faced with this situation, Duan Zixiong realized that he still lacked a lot of experience and didn't understand a lot of things. So he remembered his father Duan Yifeng, who was under house arrest, and maybe he could help him solve many mysteries.

He took the blood-drinking sword and walked towards Duan Yifeng's residence.

Before he arrived at the room, he saw a few people he sent standing at the door, nominally protecting his father and mother who couldn't do martial arts, but actually keeping an eye on Duan Yifeng, in case he instigated his original disciple to regain the position of the sect master, although this possibility was very small.

Duan Zixiong pushed open the door, only to see Duan Yifeng leaning on the bed without any energy, he was much older than before, and his face was expressionless.

And Duan Zixiong's mother was taking care of him by the side, with a melancholy face.

"Xiong'er is here. Old Madam Duan smiled at her son.

"Mother, I'm here to see how my father and mother have been lately?"

"Master, Xiong'er has come to see you. Old Madam Duan said happily.

Duan Yifeng, who was leaning on the bed, neither turned his head to look at him, nor did he speak, still looking expressionless.

"I'm still angry with you, he's fine except for his bad spirits. Old Madam Duan said roundly.

"I know my dad is still angry with me, but I also have a last resort. ”

"It's okay Xiong'er, that's fine, he won't have to fight and kill in the future, he will plant flowers and grass with me every day, how good." Old Madam Duan continued.

And Duan Yifeng still didn't say a word, still looking ahead.

"Dad, it's come to this, don't be angry. You have more experience than me, I want to ask you, is there such a thing as a dragon giving birth to nine sons, is there really a blood-sucking Nine Dragons?"

Duan Yifeng still didn't speak, as if he was deaf.

"Oh, old man, you're so stubborn. Son, he's asking you!"

After a long time, Duan Yifeng spoke: "I really don't know about the Blood Drinking Sword. Make your own decisions, don't ask me, I don't want to get involved in your business anymore, I just hope you don't kill me. ”

Duan Zixiong couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, "Dad, how could I kill you? ”

Duan Yifeng shook his head and said, "Alas, it's because of this that you will kill me." I think what Qi Ruoxuan said is really right, you will kill me after all. However, if it can be for the good of our Harrier Fall Pie, for your own good, it doesn't matter if you don't want this old life. ”

Duan Zixiong's face was hot after hearing this, and Mrs. Duan said: "Xiong'er, don't listen to his nonsense, I like to think crankily when I am free, it will be fine after a while." ”