The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 269
Jun Rong held the palm-sized thin blade and looked at it for a while, but he really didn't know how to use it. This is not a common weapon, and it is not easy to hold. It is easy to cut yourself if you are not careful.

He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Yes, I can take it to ask Ziyi, and I can stay in his room for a while."

As soon as he thought about it, Jun Rong got up and called out, feeling that his clothes smelled of alcohol, so he passed water to take a bath, and changed into clean regular clothes.

"Where is the master?"

Jun Rong asked while Ting Hua tied his belt, Wen Feng straightened his clothes, and said with a smile: "The prince is in the side hall, just finished taking a bath, waiting for His Majesty to have breakfast together."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Jun Rong put the thin blade into his purse and put it next to his inner coat.

Xiao Yu's hair was half-dried, and it was draped behind her back without standing up. When Jun Rong came in, she saw Xiao Yu's leisurely posture leaning on the side of the couch, sipping tea.

He looked at it for a while, thinking about what he did last night, feeling a little embarrassed.

I was so obsessive last night, relying on the strength of alcohol and taking advantage of the darkness, I can say that I completely put aside my face, but this day is bright...

Xiao Yu was thinking about something, and from the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure in front of the screen, and looked sideways, "Why doesn't Your Majesty come in and say nothing? What are you doing standing there?"

She looked at Jun Rong with a smile. Although she didn't mention anything about last night, her eyes were bright and embarrassing.

Jun Rong's face was hot, and she approached with a forced calmness: "Did the master sleep well?"

She pretended to be pretty, but she was timid when she opened her mouth.

Xiao Yu smiled: "Sleeping well, it's okay, but Your Majesty, did you have a nightmare, kept shrinking towards me, squeezed me...almost fell out of bed."

"what?"

Jun Rong couldn't believe it: "Really?"

Does he sleep that badly?
Xiao Yu said slowly: "Fake, just kidding you, don't take it seriously, have you seen the gift I prepared for you?"

She sat up straight and put down the teacup, beckoning to Jun Rong, Jun Rong walked over and sat down opposite her, nodded: "I see."

He took out the purse from his arms while talking: "It's just that I don't know how to use it? Is this a hidden weapon?"

Xiao Yu shook his head and nodded again: "Well, this thing is rather strange."

She took the purse and opened it, and took out the thin blade. Seeing her thumb sticking to the thin blade, Jun Rong said worriedly, "Be careful, don't cut your hands."

"No, no matter what I do, I won't hurt myself, or it should be said, this thin blade will not hurt me."

"Recognize the Lord?"

Jun Rong looked blankly at Xiao Yu playing with the thin blade, fearing that he would see blood in the next second.

But as Xiao Yu said, the thin blade passed across her fingertips several times, but it didn't leave any trace.

Jun Rong was stunned: "This...really recognizes the Lord?"

He thought that the identity of the weapon was only in the strange talk book, but he didn't expect it to be true?
Xiao Yu smiled and was about to explain to him, when someone knocked on the door outside: "Your Majesty, Wang Ye, do you want to pass on the meal?"

After holding back the words like this, Xiao Yu put the thin blade back into his purse and threw it on the couch, "Eat first, let's talk after eating."

"okay."

Jun Rong looked at the purse reluctantly, and followed Xiao Yu to the table.

"come in."

Xiao Yu raised his voice and shouted, Ning Zhao and the others pushed the door open and entered.

The breakfast was very rich, Xiao Yu didn't eat much last night, he was already hungry, and he ate more than usual this morning.

Just like this, Jun Rong continued to add vegetables to her bowl: "Teacher has lost weight after coming back, eat more, and make up for it."

So Xiao Yu ate too much if she didn't pay attention, and after the dishes were removed, she leaned on the couch and panicked.

Jun Rong sat on the other side, waved his hands to let everyone go down, and then picked up his purse and asked, "How did you recognize the Lord? What is this?"

Xiao Yu hooked her fingers, she felt uncomfortable when she bent down now, so she could only let Jun Rong put something on her hand, Jun Rong saw it, smiled and stretched out her hand to touch her protruding belly: "Too If Fu has been eating so much, he should gain weight soon, right?"

Xiao Yu glanced at him: "Is Your Majesty going to support me to death?"

Jun Rong smiled a little bit of selling: "Where can I do it?"

Xiao Yu poured out the thin blade, then hooked his fingers at Jun Rong: "Give me your hand."

"Ah?" Jun Rong stretched out his hand in a daze, and felt a tingling pain in his fingertips in the next second, "Hiss——"

Xiao Yu pinched his middle finger and made a small cut on it with a thin black blade.

The blood gush out, but did not slip, but was absorbed by the thin blade, Jun Rong gasped: "This—this thing can still drink blood?"

Beads of blood gushed out drop by drop, wrapped around the pitch-black blade of the thin blade, slowly seeped in, and soon disappeared without leaving any trace.

Guessing it was almost done, Xiao Yu took out a handkerchief and covered Jun Rong's fingers, "Press it yourself, and the bleeding will stop after a while."

Jun Rong wrapped his middle finger and pressed it hard. Although it still hurt a little, it couldn't stop him from being curious about the thin blade, "What will happen if it drinks my blood?"

Xiao Yu didn't answer, she closed her eyes, her face was serious, Jun Rong looked at her heart and raised her heart, not daring to speak out again.

She saw Xiao Yu's other hand spread upwards, and an identical thin blade slowly emerged from it, lying on her palm like a black crescent.

Jun Rong was shocked, couldn't help but blinked, and opened the thin blade again, and he looked at Xiao Yu's other hand, which was also holding an exact thin blade.

"Is it my eyesight..." He muttered to himself.

Xiao Yu opened his eyes, put the two thin blades together, knocked them lightly, and immediately made a crisp sound of metal hitting - "ding".

"You don't have eyesight, it was indeed taken out of my hand, don't you think it's outrageous?"

Xiao Yu stared at Jun Rong with dark eyes, Jun Rong nodded subconsciously: "It's a little bit."

"Are you scared?"

"Not afraid." Jun Rong replied without hesitation, Xiao Yu smiled again: "It's good not to be afraid, this thing is very special, I got it by accident, after recognizing the master, it can be hidden in the flesh and blood, and move with your thoughts , and can also change its shape, it can be used as both an open weapon and a hidden weapon.”

Xiao Yu took Jun Rong's hand and put the piece that belonged to him into his hand: "Close your eyes and feel it, can you feel it?"

Jun Rong looked down at the thin blade in his palm, pursed his lips and closed his eyes, and followed Xiao Yu's instructions.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and he couldn't feel anything at first, but as time went by, he seemed to vaguely see a little outline, and with a thought, he said silently: "Collect—"

There was a cold feeling in the palm of his hand, and something seemed to turn into mist and seep into his flesh and bones.

He slowly opened his eyes, and sure enough, the things in his hands disappeared.

"now--"

He shouted again, and the thin blade slowly emerged from his palm.

"It's amazing, what is this made of?"

　This is a foreshadowing of hundreds of thousands, planted in the Garden of Heroes...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)