“Oh my God, you scared me to death!

Hey, I said, what are you doing?

What about you, where are you going? There is a stage in front of you, why are you...

Really, why doesn’t this person listen to advice?!”

The parrot boy kept calling as usual.

Even the ordinary-looking demon young man who was sitting behind her couldn't help but look at Mo Fengwu.

But at this time, Mo Fengwu completely turned a deaf ear.

Her eyes were now fixed on the knife in the wooden box on the stage. Her originally deep and mysterious phoenix eyes suddenly shone with ecstasy and bright light.

That's it, step by step.

Mo Fengwu walked straight through the fascinated crowd and walked all the way to the stage.

At this time, the demon youth standing on the edge of the stage suddenly came back to his senses and shouted:

"Hey, girl, why are you here? This is the auction stage, sellers can't come up... Hey, girl! What about you, do you hear me?"

Mo Fengwu ignored him.

The demon youth's face suddenly darkened and he said:

"Girl, don't break my rules here. Step down immediately. If not, don't blame me for being rude."

The human race's market has rules, and the demon race's ghost market naturally has rules as well.

"Someone, take her down..."

Seeing that Mo Fengwu was so stubborn that he didn't even bother to look down on her, the young demon youth in charge of the auction immediately waved to people to clear the place.

At this time, I heard a soft and extremely pleasant voice, suddenly saying:

"So, you are here too..."

The voice sounded like a whisper.

The demon youth suddenly frowned and stopped talking nonsense. He waved his hand and urged the waiter to take action as soon as possible. But at this moment, Mo Fengwu suddenly stretched out his hand to reach for the long knife in the wooden box...

The demon youth was startled: "Stop! Don't move, it's a demon sword, don't..."

His anxious shouting made everyone present startled. But before he finished speaking, they saw Mo Fengwu had already picked up the knife.

And the moment Mo Fengwu picked up the knife, the long knife suddenly bloomed with a strange red light.

At the same time, a buzzing sound suddenly rose in the air...

Mo Fengwu finally smiled.

She stretched out her hand and stroked every inch of the long knife with her thin white fingers. The veil on her face swayed in the wind, and her beautiful red lips were raised unconsciously.

"Long time no see, old man..."

Yes, this sword is the sword that Mo Fengwu wore in his previous life. It is an ancient Tang sword that has been tempered for thousands of times. It was once an heirloom collected by a reclusive family.

Later, when the apocalypse broke out, the knife fell into Mo Fengwu's hands. From then on, he accompanied Mo Fengwu throughout the apocalypse and never left her body.

It can be said that it was Mo Fengwu's closest partner in her previous life. Countless days and nights, countless bloody killings, wherever there was Mo Fengwu, there was its existence.

But later, Mo Fengwu's soul was reborn, and after returning here, the knife disappeared.

Mo Fengwu originally thought that it disappeared with him and was left in the world of the previous life. But she didn't expect to see it here!

Mo Fengwu's mood at this time was simply indescribable.

Caressing its blade, I couldn't help but recall the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. But the originally monstrous long sword seemed to be able to feel Mo Fengwu's mood, and then responded, constantly

A buzz of joy.
Chapter completed!