Fang Yinuo felt cold all over.

Is this the red in the soul?

He hurriedly took the Dragon Blood Flying Knife in his hand and took a look, but it looked more and more familiar, and his eyes got bigger and bigger!

This...why does this look so much like that person...

The moment he understood the idea, Fang Yinuo's scalp exploded, and he felt like he was about to lose his soul.

A cool air rose directly from the soles of the feet, reaching the spine in an instant, and then the vest was as cold as a cold snake lying on its belly...

Fang Yinuo's eyes immediately straightened.

Looking at the flying knife over and over, his eyes almost turned into cross-eyes!

Isn’t it? Isn’t it?

My old swan...

But don’t be!

The blood inside seems to be a little lighter...

But it’s so similar, no matter how you look at it, it’s the one...

Fang Yinuo jumped up, ignored Zuo Xiaoduo's muttered curses, grabbed a mouse from the ground, and stabbed it into the mouse's belly with a flying knife.

Then Fang Yinuo's eyes straightened again, staring blankly!

Staring at the mouse with a bone-deep fear.

——This mouse’s flesh and blood disappeared the moment it was hit by the knife, and was sucked into a mummy by the dragon’s blood flying knife!

The mummy pulled itself together like a nervous spasm, and then dispersed, as if it was a decayed rat that had been dead for a long time and had completely decayed...

Fang Yinuo felt cold all over.

It's really that knife!

At this moment, Fang Yinuo wanted to cry and die!

I met my nightmare again...

There has been no movement for so many years, and I once thought I could escape.

But this time, it was me who snatched the knife majestically and held it in my hand...

Heaven, earth, how could I carry my luck to such an extent? It’s because even the witches and gods have abandoned me...

"You're damn dead..."

Zuo Xiaoduo murmured and cursed: "How dare you kill mice with my flying knife... You insulted this flying knife... Just wait!"

Zuo Ye is such a clear-minded person. One look at this guy's appearance and he knows that this guy knows this flying knife and knows the story of its origin. At the same time, he is very, very afraid of the origin of this flying knife.

Owner.

Look at this guy's frightened appearance...

That... that would be easy!

The flag is in my hand, and the world is at my disposal.

Since you come forward, I will shake my hand like a big hat!

'You insulted this flying knife...'

As soon as these words entered Fang Yinuo's ears, Fang Yinuo, who was stunned and trembling all over, suddenly shivered and became excited.

The flying knife was thrown to the ground like an electric shock, and he shouted in fear: "I don't have it!"

Then he squatted down, quickly and respectfully picked up the flying knife from the ground, and handed it back to Zuo Xiaoduo, with a frightened and flattering look on his face: "This...returns to its original owner...hehe...

This little brother...Brother, this treasure is not taken lightly, please take it back properly. Ahem, take it back properly."

The attitude has completely changed 180 degrees!

"I don't want it anymore!"

Zuo Xiaoduo became more and more arrogant: "I killed the mouse, I don't want it anymore! Just take it, and tell him in the future, I don't want it, you didn't snatch it."

"But that adult won't believe it..."

Fang Yinuo wanted to cry but had no tears.

In this case, even if you tell a pig, the pig won't believe it, let alone that person?

Is this such a rare treasure given to you?

Are you a piece of shit?

"This...Master Zuo...brother, you...just accept it..."

Fang Yinuo was about to cry: "I, I...I will send you back right now...Hey..."

"Send it back? Why send it back?"

Zuo Xiaoduo sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the other person's soul and surrendering completely. Naturally, he was a complete old god: "It's great to have friends from far away. I have to accompany you to have a good chat.

, don’t you want me to give you some advice? We are so destined, how can we not give you a few words?”

"No... no need..."

Fang Yinuo was sweating on his forehead.

I think of the oath I swore before the Dragon Blood Flying Knife, and think of the ray of soul that is still in that person's hand...

Fang Yinuo felt that he was finished! His future was bleak!

"It seems you know this flying knife? Very familiar?" Zuo Xiaoduo asked.

"We know each other, we know each other very well!"

Fang Yinuo's face turned pale, and his attitude had completely changed to respectful.

Oh my god, I'm so scared!

Zuo Xiaoduo rolled his eyes and thought, how could he be so scared? No matter how powerful Uncle Nan is, he is not around after all. At most, Qiu Hou is just settling the scores, so he won't die now?

Could it be...

"When Uncle Nan gave me this knife, he didn't say anything. He just said that I could act as an agent for some things and that I could make decisions for him... I didn't know what I was acting for, and he didn't explain clearly."

Zuo Xiaoduo said distressedly: "Since you know this knife very well, you should also know my Uncle Nan, right?"

Fang Yinuo was heartbroken.

Uncle Nan!

I have been stubborn all my life and kidnapped a meat ticket, but it turns out that he is the nephew of the one who has all my promises and holds all my handles and also controls my life and soul?

Fang Yinuo looked up to the sky and sighed.

"This is really God's will! God's will!"

Zuo Xiaoduo raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: God's will? Why didn't I see it? Why is it related to God's will?

After a second thought, he suddenly became amiable and said: "I said, what is your name?"

"Fang Yinuo."

Fang Yinuo was dejected, his head drooped and his head drooped.

"A good name, a promise means a lot of money! A true man, a promise means life or death, a promise means dignity, a promise means life!"

Zuo Xiaoduo praised.

After hearing this, Fang Yinuo took it for granted and overthought: Is this a reminder to me to remember my promise? Otherwise, will it drive me crazy?

For a moment, his heart became more and more despairing, and he said: "Yes, a promise is important to life and death!"

"Good man, good man."

Zuo Xiaoduo raised his thumb.

Fang Yinuo was speechless.

"What on earth did you come to Phoenix City for?" Zuo Xiaoduo was very curious.

"I came...actually just for Phoenix Pulse Soul...hey..."

How dare Fang Yinuo hide anything? Fate has arranged my life to this point. Even if I continue to struggle, what's the point?

"I see."

Zuo Xiaoduo's eyes rolled around and he said, "Are you a mid-level Huayun? Or a high-level one?"

"High level, close to the peak level." Fang Yinuo told the truth honestly.

"In the Wu League here in Phoenix City, is there anyone with a higher level of cultivation than you?" Zuo Xiaoduo asked with great interest.

"Even if there are, there won't be many..." Fang Yinuo spoke carefully.

Somehow, Zuo Xiaoduo was holding the Dragon Blood Flying Knife to ask questions, and in Fang Yinuo's eyes, he actually looked a bit more powerful than that person back then.
To be continued...