Ran Qiulan's face turned pale and her hands were twisted together.
Mr. Jun's aura was very strong, and she felt a little guilty, so she was confused for a moment and didn't know what to say.
She was also worried that when she spoke, she would say something wrong and reveal her secret.
Jun Mohan looked at the knife in his hand, and something faintly flashed in his mind.
He seemed to have forgotten something.
Jun Mohan had such a feeling, but he didn't know what he had forgotten.
Maybe he thought wrong.
But he knew very well about this knife. It was his knife.
It was his mother's sword, and he always carried it with him after leaving the imperial capital.
After he recovered, he couldn't find the knife. He couldn't think of where he had put the knife, or maybe he had lost it.
He kept looking for it, but he didn't expect that Ran Qiulan was holding it.
He didn't doubt Ran Qiulan, but how could she hold this knife
In front of Ran Qiulan was Jun Mohan. Jun Mohan's expression was so serious and condensed, and his aura was so strong.
Ran Qiulan was already worried, so she couldn't resist such an aura.
Ran Qiulan's heart was beating wildly, "Mr. Jun, um, can you return the knife to me first?"
Jun Mohan raised his eyebrows when he heard Ran Qiulan's words, and looked deeply at Ran Qiulan with his charming eyes, "Is this your sword?"
"Yes... yes... no, it's a knife I picked up once."
A dark light flashed across Jun Mohan's eyes, and he looked at the room where Feng Sujin had just left. That was also the room where Feng Sujin was staying.
His expression changed, and his eyes were thoughtful, "Ran Qiulan, you won't lie. Where did you pick up this knife?"
Ran Qiulan felt her heart tremble when she met Jun Mohan's deep eyes. With such insightful eyes, if she lied, it would only make it easier for him to discover something.
So Ran Qiulan took a deep breath and said, "I picked it up in the forest."
"Linzi?"
Jun Mohan murmured, with a gloomy look on his face. He thought carefully about when he had been to the woods
Jun Mohan also had a headache for a while, because there were a lot of lights and shadows flashing through his mind, as if there were many scenes, but he couldn't remember clearly at the moment.
Jun Mohan stared at the knife, and there seemed to be a scene in front of him of the knife bleeding and stained with blood.
Jun Mohan's hand trembled slightly and he almost dropped the dagger on the ground.
Ran Qiulan felt that the dark aura on Jun Mohan's body at this moment was actually quite scary.
She tried to calm down, swallowed and said, "Well, I picked it up from the forest in the back mountain. I think this knife is quite strange and weird, so I'm going to put it away."
She always felt that the way Mr. Jun looked at the knife was strange, with a weird feeling of a demon.
So she didn't say throw the knife, just put it away.
Jun Mohan looked at Yanran Qiulan and said, "Ajin, is she okay?"
"She just fell asleep. She will be fine if she cultivates herself."
Jun Mohan nodded and said, "I will collect this dagger for you."
Ran Qiulan opened her mouth, could she say no? Can she get it back
But from the look on Jun Mohan's face, she seemed unable to say no.
But thinking of Feng Sujin's injury and the danger of this dagger, Ran Qiulan mustered up the courage and said: "Mr. Jun, this knife is very dangerous. It seems to be an ancient weapon and can hurt Feng Sujin, so... so still It needs to be put away properly.”
Jun Mohan was about to turn around and leave, but when he heard Ran Qiulan's words, he stopped in his tracks.
He turned to look at Ran Qiulan, "An ancient weapon?"