Fengjiu looked at all kinds of weapons, and finally picked up a dagger. When she opened it, she saw that the dagger was shining with a sharp cold light, so she took the dagger and retreated.
Old Gui was watching from the side. For them, the most suitable weapons were knives and swords. Short weapons like daggers, axes and scimitars were not suitable for them. After all, if two people fought, the one holding the long weapon would naturally have more advantages.
He looked around and saw that most people had chosen swords and knives, only the boy number nine had chosen a dagger. He couldn't help but ask, "Everyone else chose swords, why did you choose a dagger? Don't you know that a dagger will be at a disadvantage when fighting an enemy?"
After hearing this, Feng Jiu looked at the ghost old man and said, "Because my wrist is thinner and my strength is weaker than theirs, I think a dagger is more suitable than a long sword or a broadsword. Besides, I can hide it on my body even when I sleep, so it is safer."
Gui Lao listened to his words and felt that what he said before was quite standard, so he nodded secretly. Indeed, this kid looked the youngest, and his body and physique were not as good as the others. His wrists did not seem to have much strength. It would be better to use a dagger than a long sword. After all, a dagger is short and has a faster attack reaction.
However, when she heard his next words, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily. She glanced at the young man with a gloomy look, then looked away, waving her hand to signal him to go back.
After hearing what he said, he felt that what he said before was just nice words. He probably wanted to say the last two sentences the most. It seemed that the boy was quite afraid of death and even wanted to hide a dagger on his body before sleeping just in case.
After hearing Feng Jiu's words, No. 1, Lei Xiao and the others lowered their eyes and hid the expressions that flashed across their eyes.
That kid's wrist is thin? His strength is weak? It's a pity that he could say that. He didn't even think about who was the one who lifted up a demon cultivator with one hand and smashed him to the ground, killing him.
"Take them all away." Gui Lao waved his hand, gave the order, and turned and left.
On the other side, Murong Yixuan sent people out to inquire, but since Fengjiu left, he didn't get any news at all. He couldn't help but wonder: Where could she have gone
"Is there no news coming from various places recently?" he asked a man in black who was kneeling in front of him.
"Sir, no." said the man in black.
"Has Nalan Mochen come back?" Murong Yixuan asked again.
"I sent people to guard near the Nalan family, but I didn't see that Master Nalan return. However, he was discovered by the Nalan family, so I had to send them back."
"Just send someone to keep an eye on their city gate. If Nalan Mochen arrives, he will definitely pass through the city gate." Fengjiu will definitely go to the Nalan family. After all, her people also followed Nalan Mochen here.
"Yes." The man responded and then retreated.
On the other side, Xuanyuan Moze also started to arrange affairs after Mo Chen and the others left. However, his father had not yet come out of seclusion, so he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He could only stay and wait for him to come out before making arrangements.
Sitting in the palace, in front of him was a portrait of Fengjiu, who was dressed in a flamboyant red dress, with an air of wantonness and confidence between her eyebrows, and a mixture of evil charm and unrestrainedness, which vividly captured her spirit.