"Brother Ninth, don't be angry, Master's temper is so strange." Honglian also drank two glasses of wine, and her blushing face became more and more cute and cute.

Han Fei shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm too anxious."

"Forget it, I don't understand your affairs either. Just don't fight. You can't beat Master." Honglian said, and stood up.

"Yes, the master also said that he has a gift for you. As for what it is, I don't know." After thinking about it, there seemed to be nothing to explain, Honglian ran out and went to the master: "Next time I will come to play with you, Brother Jiu."

Looking at Honglian's departure back, Han Fei couldn't help but shake his head, and his heart suddenly felt a little empty. In the past, this girl liked to pester her the most, Brother Ninth, Brother Ninth, and Brother Ninth, for the short.

He drank a full pot of wine and thoughtfully: "Are you a gift? I'm looking forward to it."

...

After leaving Zilan Xuan, he left Princess Honglian again and walked a few long streets. Xia Yunmo looked up at a bright moon, as if muttering to himself.

"Hey, it seems that it's not good to follow me and me in the middle of the night."

"You're probably getting it wrong."

A young man with white hair as white as snow, holding a strange sword, walked out of the darkness. His face was cold and had a strange charm of coldness and domineeringness. His tone was plain, but he had a sense of coldness and arrogance that anyone could hear.

"I just want to see what you are capable of, why you always keep this light and keep nothing in sight."

Xia Yunmo's eyes twitched slightly, and she smiled faintly: "You should know a little about my ability. Otherwise, you wouldn't dare to take action now."

Wei Zhuang's pupils shrank, his fingers tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, his knuckles were slightly white, and the shark-toothed demon sword in his hand seemed to feel the master's surging fighting spirit, buzzing and trembling.

"No matter how powerful you say it is, it is useless. Today we will tell you apart the difference."

In Zilan Xuan, Wei Zhuang was frightened by Xia Yunmo's aura. He hesitated for several days, but hesitated not to take action.

This was a shame for him.

And this shame needs to be washed with blood.

Your own blood, or your opponent's blood.

Wei Zhuang was wearing a black robe and moved with the wind, with murderous intent. He waved his right arm, glanced at his eyes, and pointed the tip of the shark-toothed sword sword directly at Xia Yunmo, revealing his sharpness.

"Show your weapons."

"Yes, but..." Xia Yunmo said lightly: "It depends on how fast and sharp your shark-toothed sword is."

"Arrogant!!"
Chapter completed!