Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 76 The Mystery of Life Experience
The moonlight is getting brighter and brighter.

Under the sky, everything is clear.

Xiao Wu held this iron rod called Jing Qi, very happy.

It would be great if I could make my own iron ball out of this material, the effect would be even better.

"Brother Lu, what if I smash your knife?" Xiao Wu held the stick in his hand, although he was eager to try, he was still a little worried.

A Lu likes his knife very much, he usually uses another one, and this one is hidden close to his body.

But he doesn't use this knife lightly, every time he uses the knife, blood will seal his throat.

"It's okay." Ah Lu liked this knife very much, because this knife appeared with his sister, and he used this knife to save himself countless times.

But if it was really easy to be smashed by the Jing Qi, then he also needs to improve, after all, the most important thing is to survive, and only by surviving can he accompany his sister to grow up.

The third master also knows that Ah Lu usually has a very precious knife.

He had tried several times before, trying to get Ah Lu to trade with him, but all failed.

Mrs. Luo is not interested in these, she is just worried that Xiao Shenyou will be hurt.

However, she also noticed the abnormal appearance of the national teacher. It seemed that when Ah Lu took out the knife, the national teacher's face changed suddenly.

Under the moonlight, pale and pale.

Ah Xun was dragged by Xiao Wu to be the referee, and he watched with a smile.

Shenyou leaned against brother Xun, his eyes widened.

Under the moonlight, Xiao Wu stretched his hands, and the flesh on his arms swelled up.

The iron rod was in his hand, as if it had merged with him.

He slammed hard at the knife on the ground.

"Keng" flames splashed.

This time the splash of Mars was brighter than all the previous ones.

Little Shenyou's mouth is round, and his eyes are also round, very cute.

Seeing that she was fine, Mrs. Luo couldn't help laughing, she was really bold.

Xiao Wu was holding the iron rod, feeling a little numb in his hands.

However, he has always been a tiger. After moving his arm, he poked his head over to see what was going on.

Ah Lu bent down and picked up his knife.

Nothing happened.

Sparks just flew around.

But there isn't even a notch on the knife, let alone a curl like other knives.

"It's really a good knife. Could it be that yours is also a thorn weapon?" Xiao Wu poked his head and asked curiously.

Ah Xun retorted: "It's not an ordinary sword, this knife is even better."

Xiao Wu also nodded in agreement, what Ah Xun said must be right, and the stick he was holding was so thick, if it had been made of the same material, the knife would still have been hammered flat, his strength is not small.

The third master also surrounded him with excitement.

"You boy, where did you pick up the knife? It's really a treasure."

The national teacher looked shocked.

In fact, I was really shocked.

He saw San Dangjia take the knife.

A very simple knife.

The trembling hands of the national teacher suppressed the panic, and said: "Let me see."

The third master handed him the knife.

Some were surprised by Mr. Guo's excitement.

The national teacher took the knife.

A heavy feeling.

There is no pattern, it is edged at both ends.

But this is not a knife for killing people, it is a sacrificial knife, a knife for killing souls.

The national teacher once put this knife into the box with his own hands and buried it in the bottom of the holy river.

It can't be wrong.

This is the knife he handled himself.

There is also a tiny symbol on the tip of the knife.

That is the unique symbol of their heavy family.

Moreover, this knife was soaked in human blood all year round, so it was very evil.

That feeling is unmistakable.

The national teacher held the knife, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

In this world, where else can I find such a knife like this.

Absolutely impossible.

This is the knife.

It's not Jing ware, but it's much more expensive than Jing ware. It was made by the ancestors of their Chong family with stones from outside the sky.

It was the most heartless thing he had ever done in his life.

He has always comforted himself that he has no shame in the country. As a national teacher, the first thing he does is to benefit the country Shen.

But he was ashamed.

Now that he has fallen into such a situation, he is actually not that sad, because he feels that it is the retribution he deserves.

But this knife, which was supposed to be at the bottom of the holy river, unexpectedly appeared in front of him.

"Where did this knife come from?" The national teacher asked in a hoarse voice with a pale and ugly face.

Ah Lu has never seen this old gentleman lose his temper.

The old man doesn't seem to get angry no matter how his sister tosses him on weekdays.

But in front of him, the old man seemed very angry.

And very excited.

"I picked it up." A Lu said confidently.

Seeing everyone's surprised appearance, the national teacher realized that he lost his composure.

He coughed a few times, trying to cover it up.

But he coughed louder and louder.

"Cough cough cough..."

Just for a while, he clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Under the moonlight, the blood was bright red.

"Where did you pick it up? Besides the knife, what else did you pick up?" the national teacher asked, ignoring his own vomiting of blood, his eyes were red, and he tightly held Ah Lu's hand.

"On the grassland, there are only knives." A Lu met the old man's red and sharp eyes, and said without changing his expression.

The national teacher fixedly looked at Ah Lu.

He knew he was lying.

Under the moonlight, there are no lies.

The national teacher is a family member, and it is his natural ability to identify lies.

Just like back then, he saw through the little princess' lies at a glance.

Empress Xiao Zhao's lie.

The national teacher looked at Ah Lu, at Xiao Wu, at Ah Xun, and at the little bastard beside Ah Xun.

The little bastard looked up at himself with a curious look on his face.

The little tusks on the head are blooming, under the moonlight, there are still shadows in the little tusks.

The little bastard is extremely beautiful.

On the mountain, Mrs. Luo is very beautiful, and she is so beautiful.

The boy Ah Xun is very good-looking, and Zhou Zheng is handsome.

The young Alu is very good-looking, delicate and pleasing to the eye.

Even Xiao Wu looks good, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

But not as good as this little bastard.

The little bastard looks really good.

With her young face, ignorant eyes, her photographic memory, and her domineering behavior, how could she be a child of a servant.

When I saw her weak life fire, I should have thought of it.

She is the big princess.

The eldest princess who was buried under the holy river with her own hands.

Her name is not Lu Shenyou, she is Li Shenyou, the first princess of Shen Kingdom.

For a moment, the national teacher seemed to have lost all his strength.

The knife also rolled out of his hand.

Ah Lu reached out to catch the knife.

It was put back into the scabbard.

The national teacher looked at the bright moon in the sky.

The bright moon shines brightly through the hearts of the people.

The eldest princess did not die, but lived in the land abandoned by the gods, so he didn't notice it at all.

But she won't live for long after all, unless she can go back to the palace, back to that piece of God's Blessed Land, and regain her own destiny.

The national teacher looked at the little bastard with tears all over his face.

Back then, that small lump was buried by himself.

Under the gaze of the entire royal family.

Xiao Shenyou didn't know why, but the husband suddenly cried, crying very sadly.

And he looked at himself very sadly.

She came over, stretched out her hand, took Mr.'s hand, and said warmly: "Sir, do you like brother's knife? I will ask my brother to lend you the knife to play with for a while, but I can't give it to you. Then The knife has blessed me and my brother many times, it is very important."

His big hand was grabbed by the small hand, and he couldn't cry.

He shook his head vigorously.

Not a knife.

Not a knife.

(End of this chapter)