Jun Yimo did not hesitate to slowly collect her daggers from the weapons rack.

Because daggers are not very versatile weapons, they are placed in the bottom row of shelves.

All the weapons in this row are covered with thick dust, and even if you don't look carefully, you can't even see their original appearance.

She picked up one of the relatively small and easy-to-carry daggers and brushed off the dust with her hands, revealing the original silver color of the dagger.

A flying phoenix is ​​carved on the silver scabbard, which looks very delicate.

Pulling out the sheath of the dagger, the sharp black steel blade inside immediately appeared in front of your eyes.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze came, and Jun Yimo's hair fluttered. The few strands of hair that had inadvertently brushed against the blade suddenly fell to the ground.

Blow hair and break hair! It is indeed a good dagger.

Jun Yimo was a little happy. It seemed that all the good things were stored here. A dagger he picked at random turned out to be so sharp.

She remembered what her father had told her, that blood must be shed in order for the spiritual weapon to recognize its owner.

Okay, she wants to see how a spiritual weapon can identify its owner!

Could it be that after the spiritual weapon recognized its owner, it would obediently obey her orders? She was also very curious in her heart.

I wonder if she can really make the dagger recognize its owner without spiritual power?

With various uncertain thoughts, she picked up the dagger and slashed it towards her index finger.

"etc!"

A strange man's voice broke into her ears.

Jun Yimo immediately became wary and suddenly looked back, "Who?"

She looked around carefully for a week, but she didn't see anyone here.

"Who's talking? Don't pretend to be a fool for me! Come out!" she said coldly and sternly.

"I'm over here, in the black box at the bottom of the shelf next to me." The man's voice sounded a little vicissitudes of life, but it made Jun Yimo intuitively think that he meant no harm.

She always trusted her instincts, so she took the dagger and walked towards the shelf next to her without thinking.

Black box? Where is it? Jun Yimo looked down layer by layer, but he didn't find any shadow of the black box.

Jun Yimo suddenly felt like he was being tricked and frowned, "Where is the black box? What the hell are you doing? Come out quickly!"

Facing this unknown existence, no matter how mentally strong a person is, there will inevitably be a trace of inexplicable fear.

"Oh, little girl, I'm really impatient. I'm on the ground at the bottom of the shelf, and it's blocked by the shelf. Look for me again!"

Jun Yimo knelt down and looked down at the space under the shelf. Sure enough, there was an inconspicuous black box standing there quietly.

The strange thing is that this black box is different from other items in that there is no trace of dust on it.

"Is that you? The talking black box?"

"Girl, have you ever seen a box that can talk? I just have a touch of spiritual consciousness inside. Please open the box and take a look."

A touch of spiritual consciousness? Does it mean soul? Can you talk like this?

Jun Yimo curled up the corners of his lips, and a hint of cunning flashed across his face, "What are you looking at? Aren't you just a touch of spiritual consciousness? What's there to see? I'm going to drop blood to identify my spiritual weapon. You old man will be here slowly.

Stay here!"

She had already concluded from the man's aged voice that he must be an older man, but she couldn't be as obedient as he wanted.

She was very curious, what was the purpose of this person looking for her? But before that, she had to whet his appetite first. Jun Yimo did not hesitate to slowly collect her daggers from the weapons rack.

Because daggers are not very versatile weapons, they are placed in the bottom row of shelves.

All the weapons in this row are covered with thick dust, and even if you don't look carefully, you can't even see their original appearance.

She picked up one of the relatively small and easy-to-carry daggers and brushed off the dust with her hands, revealing the original silver color of the dagger.

A flying phoenix is ​​carved on the silver scabbard, which looks very delicate.

Pulling out the sheath of the dagger, the sharp black steel blade inside immediately appeared in front of your eyes.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze came, and Jun Yimo's hair fluttered. The few strands of hair that had inadvertently brushed against the blade suddenly fell to the ground.

Blow hair and break hair! It is indeed a good dagger.

Jun Yimo was a little happy. It seemed that all the good things were stored here. A dagger he picked at random turned out to be so sharp.

She remembered what her father had told her, that blood must be shed in order for the spiritual weapon to recognize its owner.

Okay, she wants to see how a spiritual weapon can identify its owner!

Could it be that after the spiritual weapon recognized its owner, it would obediently obey her orders? She was also very curious in her heart.

I wonder if she can really make the dagger recognize its owner without spiritual power?

With various uncertain thoughts, she picked up the dagger and slashed it towards her index finger.

"etc!"

A strange man's voice broke into her ears.

Jun Yimo immediately became wary and suddenly looked back, "Who?"

She looked around carefully for a week, but she didn't see anyone here.

"Who's talking? Don't pretend to be a fool for me! Come out!" she said coldly and sternly.

"I'm over here, in the black box at the bottom of the shelf next to me." The man's voice sounded a little vicissitudes of life, but it made Jun Yimo intuitively think that he meant no harm.

She always trusted her instincts, so she took the dagger and walked towards the shelf next to her without thinking.

Black box? Where is it? Jun Yimo looked down layer by layer, but he didn't find any shadow of the black box.

Jun Yimo suddenly felt like he was being tricked and frowned, "Where is the black box? What the hell are you doing? Come out quickly!"

Facing this unknown existence, no matter how mentally strong a person is, there will inevitably be a trace of inexplicable fear.

"Oh, little girl, I'm really impatient. I'm on the ground at the bottom of the shelf, and it's blocked by the shelf. Look for me again!"

Jun Yimo knelt down and looked down at the space under the shelf. Sure enough, there was an inconspicuous black box standing there quietly.

The strange thing is that this black box is different from other items in that there is no trace of dust on it.

"Is that you? The talking black box?"

"Girl, have you ever seen a box that can talk? I just have a touch of spiritual consciousness inside. Please open the box and take a look."

A touch of spiritual consciousness? Does it mean soul? Can you talk like this?

Jun Yimo curled up the corners of his lips, and a hint of cunning flashed across his face, "What are you looking at? Aren't you just a touch of spiritual consciousness? What's there to see? I'm going to drop blood to identify my spiritual weapon. You old man will be here slowly.

Stay here!"

She had already concluded from the man's aged voice that he must be an older man, but she couldn't be as obedient as he wanted.
Chapter completed!