"Count? Earl? Do you think you are here to take revenge?" Although Feng Hao was sitting, his awe-inspiring momentum was extremely oppressive.
He raised his eyebrows, his handsome face was cruel and cold, and his whole body exuded a strong murderous aura.
Count didn't dare to speak, but just looked at the exquisite and sharp long knife in Feng Hao's hand. There were two metal rings on the scabbard of the knife, which were woven with ribbons, which was for easy portability. The ribbons and
The gold objects are connected by a small piece of metal, and the head of the scabbard is also wrapped in metal.
The entire knife's blade looks smooth in lines and exquisitely decorated.
"This knife..." Count widened his eyes and was surprised. He was not unfamiliar with this knife. It was a symbol of the Feng family. Wherever the head of the family went, the knife was wherever he went.
When he arrived in Kyoto, the knife followed him to the Fantasy Alliance, which means that the knife should be placed next to the master's position in the Fantasy Alliance Hall when he walked into the Fantasy Alliance.
There is a red sandalwood knife stand that is more than one meter high, exquisitely carved, and specially placed with knives.
Now this knife is actually in Feng Hao's hands, so why doesn't he be surprised and afraid? Feng Hao can actually take the knife away without anyone's knowledge and bring it to this secret room
.
God, how did Feng Hao do it?
Count felt fear and shock as if a cold poisonous snake was tangled tightly on his body. He used all his efforts to imitate Feng Hao's attitude towards the New Year. At this moment, he deeply felt that it was really a little fur.
The kingly aura, unique calmness and a powerful expression on this man are all things he can't learn in his life.
"Is it strange?" Feng Hao stood up slowly, his wrist moved gently, and the cold light flashed, and the slender blade cut through the air, making a terrifying sound, "I know what the real wind is
A man at home?"
He walked towards Count, his handsome face could not see any emotion, and his dark eyes flashed with an unknown cold light: "In the Fantasy Alliance, the power of the head of the family is supreme, and he also needs a token for a meeting. Is it possible?
With your demeanor and momentum, if you continue to pretend, the Feng family's face will almost make you lose all."
As he spoke, he got closer and closer to Count step by step. His powerful aura was simply overwhelming.
"Stop, don't come over..." It turned out that there was no token at all. Sure enough, Xia Yucheng was lying to him. Count felt that his breathing was a little difficult. He raised his arm and pointed the knife in his hand at Feng Hao, "I
You should be as good as you, and I should also live in a wealthy life like you. Why should you enjoy it, but I should be overwhelmed?"
Feng Hao stopped, and the distance between them was the length of the two blades.
When he heard Count declare that he was from the Feng family again, a trace of sinister and bloodthirsty flashed through his amber eyes, and it only flashed away, and instantly returned to normal.
"I don't care who you are. In this secret room, there is only one person who can walk out, the head of the Feng family." He said proudly.
"What? Do you want to kill your half-brother? Feng Hao, the reason why the Feng family is so poor is because of the cold-blooded and affectionate head of your family..."