She didn't want to see Mu Ye Canfeng's eyes like that. From the moment she saw it, it was so aloof, with the supreme nobility of the dragon race.
That kind of unruliness, that kind of arrogance, with a dazzling light that makes people admire it unconsciously.
But now, it was like an abandoned child, so lonely that she felt uncomfortable.
"Canfeng, what are you looking for?" Xiaoyao looked at it for a long time. With no trace to be found, she could only turn around and ask Muye Canfeng.
"Xiaoyao, don't waste time, let's go!" Mu Ye Canfeng shook his head. Although his tone returned to normal, there was still a trace of loneliness revealed.
And looking at Mu Ye Canfeng like this, Xiaoyao's heart was even sadder.
In fact, so what if it is a superior dragon? It is still suffering like an ordinary person at this time.
"If you don't tell me, I'll look for it myself!" Xiaoyao stopped looking at Mu Ye Canfeng and turned his attention to the shelf where the weapons were placed.
Although those swords looked extremely sharp, their aura was too ordinary. Xiaoyao could tell at a glance that they were not what Mu Ye Canfeng was looking for.
After rummaging through the shelves, Xiaoyao didn't see anything decent. Muye Canfeng didn't say what he was looking for, so Xiaoyao could only cast his gaze on the pile of messy weapons.
He reached out and kept turning over those things. Although Xiaoyao was very careful, his finger was still cut by the blade. The smell of blood and the smell of rust filled Mu Ye Canfeng's sense of smell, and his heart couldn't help but tremble violently.
Is this woman stupid?
The snake's body quickly ran down Xiaoyao's arm, and then tightly wrapped around Xiaoyao's fingers.
"That's enough Xiaoyao! Stop looking for it!" Mu Ye Canfeng's tone was a little indifferent, but his eyes showed concern for Xiaoyao.
Xiaoyao just glanced at it, and then continued to turn over the weapons with his hands.
"Ren Xiaoyao, stop!" Mu Ye Canfeng said angrily, opened his mouth and bit Xiaoyao's wrist fiercely.
A sharp pain came from Xiaoyao's wrist. Xiaoyao's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything, but continued to search.
The taste of blood filled Mu Ye Canfeng's mouth. He paused for a moment and let go, then raised his head and looked straight at Xiaoyao.