Chapter 171 The Origin of the Red Sword!

Because it is too remote here, you can only use oil lamps to light at night, so at night, the stone house will be very dark. Mu Fan interrupted the golden sword, turned around and left the bed and sat quietly on the stone bench. In the dark stone house, his figure looked hazy.

The old man walked to the stone table with an oil lamp and sat opposite Mu Fan. Neither of them said anything until he heard the sound of the golden sword's sleeping nose. The old man picked up the wick. After the light was on a little, he looked at Mu Fan's gloomy face and said slowly in unskilled Chinese: "If I had known that he was your brother, I wouldn't have... ..."

"I could save you for the whereabouts of the broken sword before, but with Lao Wu lying there now, I can kill you without hesitation!" Mu Fan looked at the old man with indifferent eyes, and his tone was full of murderousness.

Mela leaned against the wall and wrapped her hands around her, her body trembled at this time. Her body stood straight instantly, and her hand did not touch the dagger and gun around her waist. The corners of Heras's mouth covered by her beard showed a smile and sighed; "I know how you feel at this time. The pain of losing a loved one is really hard. But I also lost my family, and I am a relative who has been treating him as a son and chasing me everywhere after betraying me at this time. Can you understand my suffering?

"I don't need a reason to kill people!"

Mu Fan ignored Heras's sadness and stretched out his hand to his arms. At this time, Mela's eyes were extremely focused on Mu Fan's hands. For her, Mu Fan's life-saving kindness was not as important as her mentor's life. And Heras, who was sitting opposite Mu Fan, still looked emotional. In fact, as early as when the ninja in red stood in front of him, Heras had already felt that his life had come to an end, so even if Mu Fan really killed him at this time, he would not have any complaints, at most some regrets.

But after Mu Fan groped in his arms for a moment, he stretched out his hand and threw something on the stone table. Then the light, the two of them could see clearly that it was an eight-star dart, and looking at the remaining blood stains on the dart, Heras and Mela were stunned.

"Are you hurt?" Heras looked at Mu Fan's calm face with a surprised face.

"You think I'm a god! The opponent is a ninja. If it weren't for the golden sword in my hand, there would be no chance of winning!"

Mu Fan cursed at Heras's surprised eyes, and then retreated his shirt. Suddenly, a deep wound appeared on his right chest.

Mu Fan looked at the wound that had turned black, and at the same time, there was an unpleasant stench. Mu Fan frowned and took out the previous crystal bottle full of black ** from his pocket again, opened the cap and poured some on the wound. Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance drowned all the smell in the stone house.

"Do you think you can stop me from killing you with weapons in your hands?" Mu Fan glared at Mera and Heras;

Hearing Mu Fan's words, Mera completely died, and Heras, who was opposite, holding a gun under the table, also took it back to Mu Fan's hand, looking helpless.

"Do you understand that women come to serve men? Hurry up and bandage me!" Mu Fan whispered to Mela leaning against the wall;

In the face of the man in front of her, after frowning for a moment, she still obediently brought the medicine box and wrapped up Mu Fan's wound.

"Oh, you won't tap? How can you look like a woman at all when you look so good-looking? Mu Fan was very angry about the hard touching of the wound when Mera was bandaged.

For Mu Fan's domineering, Heras opposite him just smiled bitterly. Thinking that when they first met, the man in front of them was just a strange man who was indifferent and never smiled. In just two years, the other party has changed so much. I really don't know what made the boy in front of him change so much. . After wrapping Mu Fan's wound, Mera retreated to the corner again and leaned against the wall to smoke.

As soon as he put on his upper body, Mu Fan subconsciously touched his pocket and found that his cigarette had been smoked on the way here. He was unhappy for a while. Then he looked at Mela, who smoked, who was smoking, and reached out to the latter. The corners of his mouth were fiercely ** for a moment, she still dropped half of the cigarette, or threw half a pack of his cigarettes to Mu Fan. Mu Fan ignored Mela's anger and glanced at the snow-white skin on the inside of Mela's thigh that was exposed at this time because it was broken by a gun before. Then the light lit the smoke, and his feet squatted on the stone stool and smoked.

Heras and Mera were stunned by Mu Fan's strange behavior. They remembered that it was the same posture squatting at the door before the young man lying on ** at this time, but this idea was only for a moment.

Heras picked up the wick again, and then looked at Mu Fan and said lightly, "It's been so long, and with today's events, I think I have no reason to be silent about the whereabouts of the sword."

Mu Fan was silent, staring calmly at the dim light,

Mela stared at Mu Fan casually and turned her head to play with the dagger.

Heras continued: "That sword was learned by Philip when he went on a mission a few years ago. At that time, I didn't care. There are many precious swords in the world, and I have seen a lot of swords in China, which can be said to be flashy, but I was wrong that time, and it was ridiculously wrong..."

Heras sighed, then stood up and walked to the stone door, looked at the dark night sky, and said again; "I have never seen the sword, but I have felt its power, because Philip betrayed me..."

Mu Fan continued to be silent. In the silent night, except for the sound of bamboo trees outside the door, only insects were singing.

It was not until Mu Fan finished smoking the half box of cigarettes that he turned his face to look at Heras standing at the door and said lightly: "The red sword is just one of them, also known as Chixiao,"

Hearing Mu Fan's words, Mela and Heras had a strong interest. After a moment, Mu Fan paused and continued to say, "There is a legend that this sword happened more than 2,000 years ago. It is said to be the sword of Liu Bang, a king of ancient China!" It is said that he picked up an iron bar from the mountains, and later led the sword to overthrow another dynasty. The legend is just a legend, but this sword is real! Two thousand years have passed, and I have long known the loss. At first, I doubted the authenticity of this sword, but it was not until a few years ago that I saw several other swords..."

Mu Fan pointed to the dim long sword placed at the head of the young man's bed and said, "That sword is a golden sword, also known as the seven-star dragon abyss sword. The history is as old as Chixiao. It is an honest and noble sword, and Lao Wu's character matches this sword best, so the old man gave it to him."

"No wonder this young man did achieve this point of honesty, otherwise he would not..." Hearing this, Heras's eyes were a little gloomy,

Mu Fan ignored Heras, turned to look at Lao Wu Ou Yezi, who was sleeping soundly, and said calmly, "So don't exchange anything with Lao Wu casually in the future!"

Hearing this, Heras finally understood, looked at Mu Fan's side face and said with a wry smile, "You didn't kill me because this young man said something fair before, did you?"

"Lao Wu's character can't be changed by anything! There has never been a flaw in his integrity in his life, and I am not qualified to destroy it..." Mu Fandao;

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The bamboo forest outside the door always swayed with the wind. On this day, outside the stone house, Mu Fan squatted with his back against the wall at the door, smoking smoke and looking into the distance. On the other side of the wall, a wild and charming figure leaned lazily. Neither of them spoke. It had been standing like this for a long time.

A gust of wind blew again, and Mera's long golden hair floated freely. She squinted at Mu Fan, who was squatting and smoking, and said to herself curiously, "Are my legs so beautiful? Don't you feel annoyed after watching it all morning?"

As if he sensed Mela's dissatisfaction, Mu Fan looked up at the slender and wild long legs, looked down at Mela's delicate wheat-colored face, and said lightly, "Do you also use perfume?"

Hearing Mu Fan's inexplicable words, Mela said coldly, "Which woman doesn't wear perfume?"

Although Mera doesn't smoke much, there will always be a lot on her body, so Mu Fan doesn't have to worry about having nowhere to buy it after smoking. He lit a cigarette again. Mu Fan said lightly, "The perfume you wear is not suitable for you, but it smells good. Where did you buy it?"

Mela didn't know that this murderer was interested in his perfume. Although the other party didn't speak very well, after hesitating for a moment, he still said, "I went to France a task a few days ago and got it from my employer!"

"France? This kind of perfume doesn't seem to come from Westerners.

Hearing this, Meladay frowned slightly, turned her head, and looked at Mu Fan curiously, "Can you smell it?"

"Know it a little," Mu Fan said;

For Mu Fan's answer, Mera was very disappointed. It was really not easy to find a common topic with a silent killer in such a boring place, but this idea was only for a moment. Mela was relieved: "Yes, it's the perfume that participated in the international perfume competition this time. I only know. It's from the West. I don't know exactly where it came from!"

Mu Fan was also not surprised by this speech, and then continued to be silent.

At this time, it has been a week since Ou Yezi fell asleep. Just as everyone thought that this situation was going to continue, the voice of Heras came from the room.

"You're awake,"

And Ou Yezi couldn't move much, so he raised his head slightly and glanced around the house. He looked at Heras and asked;

"Where's my brother?"