Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 171 Dagger
After a year's absence, when the small and exquisite dagger came into view again, Ming Qianjue was startled, his eyes fixed on it, as if a small stone had been dropped in his heart, causing ripples.

The red gem is eye-catching and beautiful, and the cat's eyes are dark green with simple patterns. He still remembers the look on her face when he handed this to her.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and this dagger had been following her, but she didn't recognize him when he was standing in front of her. It was so strange, and looking at his vigilant eyes made him feel pain in his heart.

"This dagger is not bad," Ming Qianjue curled up the corner of his mouth, his eyes were deep, and there was nostalgia in his eyes.

Feng Nuanyang tightened his grip on the dagger, held his head up and said triumphantly, "Cut iron like mud, don't come here, I can't guarantee that I won't hurt you."

Ming Qianjue stopped, five steps away from her, and looked straight at her: "You keep it with you all the time?" Although he already knew the answer in his heart, he still wanted to hear her admit it with his own ears. , Hearing that she has been carrying the token of love from him, it proves that a corner of her heart still remembers him.

"Of course," Feng Nuanyang's doubts flashed in her heart, but under his strong gaze, she forced herself to calm down so that she didn't look so nervous, "Of course I keep my things with me at all times!"

When Ming Qianjue heard her affirmative answer, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and the arc slowly widened: "Who gave you this?"

Feng Nuanyang's eyes flashed, and the hand holding the dagger trembled, who gave it to him?She looked at the blade that was shining with cold light in her hand, and there was a touch of pain in her eyes, but it disappeared in a flash, and people couldn't catch it.

"Open the door!" Feng Nuanyang didn't want to talk to him, looking at his soft and doting eyes, there was a trace of panic in her eyes, but when she came to her senses, a hint of self-mockery surfaced in her heart.

Ming Qianjue raised his heart, stared at her reaction, ignored her rejection, and asked, "Is someone very important to you?" Those sweet days were the only happiness, the only sweetness that he had had for many years of emptiness. He had to find it back, and he had to tie her tightly by his side.

"No, it's not important, it's not important at all!" Feng Nuanyang's body trembled, she hadn't remembered the man's name for a long time, even though she was carrying this dagger, it was because she loved money, and such things were lost It's a pity isn't it?Since it is a treasure, why put a person's name on it? This thing is just a dead thing, a vulgar thing that has nothing to do with feelings.

He didn't expect her to refute so sharply and decisively. Although they were only five steps away, it seemed like thousands of mountains and rivers separated him, and he couldn't get to her side.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and firmness appeared in his eyes. He took another step and walked towards her.

"Don't come here, do you hear me, don't come here!" Feng Nuanyang was like a trapped animal, staring fixedly at the man who was getting closer and closer. When he reached out, she clenched the dagger tightly, closed her eyes, and looked at the man. Then he stabbed.

But there was a sudden pressure on her wrist, and she was tightly restrained by a big palm, and then the powerful palm force forced her to let go of her hand, and the dagger slipped and fell into his other hand.

"Give it back to me!" Feng Nuanyang hurriedly reached out to grab it, nervousness flashed in his eyes.

Ming Qianjue raised the hand holding the dagger high to prevent her from touching it, her dark eyes turned black, and she sighed, "It's really a good thing. It's worth a lot of money at first glance. No, if you pay it to me, I won't pursue any problems with the food in this medicinal restaurant."

(End of this chapter)