Feitian walked away with a big bag on his shoulders and a numb look on his face.

The emperor narrowed his eyes and pretended that he heard nothing.

Mo Fengwu, on the other hand, actually wrote a thank-you letter with a few brush strokes.

As a result, the emperor looked sideways... and within a second, he closed his eyes.

But no matter what, the struggle is finally over.

But at this moment, Mo Fengwu suddenly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a proud and mysterious smile.

The emperor was stunned and immediately frowned:

"What are you doing again?"

At this time, Mo Fengwu said in a coquettish manner: "Actually, those are just gadgets. The real treasure is here!"

As he said that, Mo Fengwu raised his hand and took out the Tang Dao, then put it directly on the table.

"How's it going? My old friend, it's not bad!"

Di, who had been tossing him all morning, didn't even want to look at it. But the moment the Tang Dao was placed on the table, his expression suddenly changed, and the next second, his eyes fell on the Tang Dao.

This knife...

The emperor narrowed his eyes unconsciously, and then raised his hand to hold the handle of the knife... But at this moment, he saw a flash of blood red on the dark blade of the knife, and the sharp sword intent rushed towards the emperor.

The emperor's face suddenly darkened, he ignored the several cuts in his hand and directly grasped the handle of the knife.

Immediately, all the sword intent was withdrawn. But then, an invisible force enveloped the emperor.

For a moment, the emperor felt his blood boiling all over his body, and his deep eyes began to turn red unconsciously. At this moment, the emperor's whole body shook suddenly, and a terrifyingly powerful force swept through the entire room.

Mo Fengwu couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her eyes. After a moment, she lowered her hand and saw that the emperor had returned to normal.

"Is this knife yours?"

"Nonsense, of course it's mine!"

In fact, when Mo Fengwu came back in the early morning, he had this knife in his hand. But it was not so scary at the time, so the emperor didn't pay much attention to it. But just now, Mo Fengwu let go and put the knife on the table, and then

When he stretched out his hand, the aura of the knife changed.

Endless murderous intent, eyes full of blood... If the emperor hadn't broken through the Martial King and reached the level of the Martial King, he would have gone crazy by now.

This was the first time he had seen such a terrifying knife.

What's more important is that this knife is not an illegal weapon... it is a treasure if it can be used as an illegal weapon.

But, how could such a knife belong to Mo Fengwu?

The emperor was a little curious, but he didn't ask any more questions. Then he glanced at the Tang Dao in front of him and said, "Not bad."

"Humph, of course it's good! Don't even look at who owns it!" As she said that, Mo Fengwu put away the knife and glanced sideways at the emperor: "But you, you can cut your hand with a knife... Tsk,

It’s really made of tofu mixed with farts!”

The emperor, who had a calm face at first, suddenly turned cold.

"Can you say that again!"

Mo Fengwu grinned deliberately, then sat down on the emperor and raised his hand.

"Okay, bring the claws."

"you……"

"Hurry up!"

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he stretched out his hand that was full of wounds. Mo Fengwu felt that he was dragging his hand, so she grabbed it, then raised her hand, turned it over, took out a small bottle, and poured it directly.

Just like that, with three strokes, five divided by two, Mo Fengwu bandaged the emperor's hand.

Then, Mo Fengwu yawned: "Okay, you can play by yourself, I'm sleepy." After saying that, Mo Fengwu got up and wandered upstairs.
Chapter completed!