Liu Fufeng stretched out a hand with a dagger in it. He looked down at it and then handed it to her.
Mo Xiaohuan took a look and was a little surprised to find that it was his own dagger in his hand.
"Why is it at your place?" Mo Xiaohuan reached out and took it.
She was still looking for it this morning. She thought it was at Yu Beiming's place, which almost scared her to death. If she was at Yu Beiming's place, she would be dead.
Liu Liu Fufeng smiled mysteriously without explaining: "Please don't take it out easily, otherwise Fufeng will not be able to protect the princess if something happens."
Liu Fufeng was telling the truth. If Yu Beiming found out that Mo Qinghuan was her, the consequences would not be something he could bear.
"Thank you Mr. Fufeng for your help this time. I will be more careful in the future." Mo Xiaohuan looked down at the dagger and then pulled out the scabbard with one hand.
The cold light from the dagger suddenly shot out, piercing Liu Fufeng's eyes. He raised his hand to block his eyes.
"This sword is really a good sword, it can cut iron like mud," said Liu Fufeng
Ever since Mo Qinghuan took the sword, Yu Beiming never asked for it back, so he acquiesced and gave it to her.
"Indeed" Mo Xiaohuan looked at the dagger with a bright light in his eyes
Liu Fufeng glanced at her: "I just don't know why the princess carries it with her?"
Since you are ruthless to him, there is no need to carry his belongings with you
Mo Xiaohuan glanced at him, thought for a moment and said: "...because it's easy to use and just fits my hand."
"Is that true?" Liu Fufeng actually doesn't think so, her statement is a bit far-fetched.
"Otherwise, what do you think?" Mo Xiaohuan sheathed the dagger and looked at him
Weak Liu Fufeng didn't say anything. He took two steps and pressed his hands against the railing. He looked into the distance from the height of the attic with far-reaching eyes.
Mo Xiaohuan walked up to him and glanced sideways at him: "Are you... looking for something from me?" This is what she felt.
Liu Fufeng turned his head to look at her, met her eyes, then looked away in a panic, and said calmly: "How did the princess know that Fufeng was looking for something?" He didn't expect that she would guess it.
It was the first time that Mo Xiaohuan saw a trace of panic in his eyes. She was puzzled. In her impression, he was always so calm, as if nothing could touch his heartstrings.
"That's probably it." Mo Xiaohuan also imitated the ancients' pretentiousness.
"Didn't the princess say she wanted to participate last time?" Liu Fufeng suddenly changed the topic.
Mo Xiaohuan frowned and thought about it, then relaxed and nodded: "There is indeed such a thing."
Has he figured it out?
"Well, Fufeng will risk Bei Ming's knowledge and let the princess come in, but this must be kept secret. Only the princess and Fufeng know about it." Liu Fufeng looked at Mo Xiaohuan seriously and said
In fact, Xiaoliu Fufeng decided after thinking about it for a long time.
"Of course" Mo Xiaohuan agreed.
"How much of that dossier did the princess read?" Liu Fufeng was not sure how much she had read, so he had to ask openly.
Mo Xiaohuan frowned and thought about it
The weak Liu Fufeng didn't hear her answer, turned to look at him, and found that the way she was thinking about things was quite cute, and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.
"Only half" Mo Xiaohuan looked up at him
"Since the princess is determined to get involved, let's discuss the details in detail..."
On a dark and windy night, two figures in night clothes suddenly appeared on the roof.
They chased each other one after another, their movements were unusually light, their bodies were hunched over, and they held a long sword in their hands.