Leng Feng's eyes flashed with an illusion and said in a cold voice.

Lu Siyin glared at him and scolded, "Are you a pig's brain? This sword slave is really dead. No matter how stupid Liu Yunyan is, she will doubt me. Don't forget her methods. Then you and I won't end well."

“That’s right.”

Leng Feng felt chill when he thought of Liu Yunyan's character and pondered: "I really let her know that if I did this, I will definitely be in trouble. Today, it makes me a little surprised that she can hand over this sword to you."

"What's so strange? After all, I'm from Tianfu Academy. No matter how she does, she will never look to an outsider. In her opinion, that person is already ruined, and she has to rely on us for this action."

Lu Siyin was a little tired and waved her hand and said, "Let's just do it, four treasures, you can leave."

"Senior sister, I...you know my feelings for you. I am willing to give you my life. These things are not as precious as you."

Leng Feng said righteously.

A disgust flashed in Lu Siyin's eyes and sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, choose the same."

Leng Feng knew that Lu Siyin wanted him to participate in this matter and completely tie it together.

After thinking for a moment, he pointed to the scroll and said, "I want this."

Lu Siyin looked at Leng Feng in surprise and said softly: "I thought you would choose this demon pill, but this scroll is also strange and mysterious. If you can comprehend it, you will probably have a huge opportunity, far from being comparable to the demon pill."

Leng Feng laughed in his heart, that he had to be able to comprehend it.

As for the demon pill, if I really want to choose the demon pill, you will definitely not agree.

Lu Siyin said expressionlessly: "Have the thing taken, hurry up and leave."

After putting away the scroll, Leng Feng's eyes were on Lu Siyin's plump figure. He was nostalgic for several times before leaving reluctantly.

Wait for Leng Feng to leave.

Lu Siyin's eyes fell on the table, raised his hand, and all three treasures were put into his bag, and he sneered: "Little Sword Slave, a useless man dares to fight me, it's better to be honest."

But compared to these three treasures, her favorite is actually the burial flower sword in her hand.

Sharp!

The burial flowers were unsheathed, and the moonlight passed through the window, falling on the sword, and it shone hazy light, like a dream.

"It's indeed a good sword."
Chapter completed!