Finally, Mo Yizhi put down five taels of silver and took the scimitar.

The sixth prince saw that Mo Yizhi seemed to value the scimitar very much: "Is this scimitar your old possession?" The sixth prince thought that this scimitar might be a pair with the one that Mo Yizhi often hung on his waist.

"It belongs to an old friend."

Remembering that the stall owner said that he picked up this scimitar on the road, the Sixth Prince did not ask any more questions.

Instead, Mo Yizhi looked at the scimitar and said calmly: "He died trying to save me two years ago. This scimitar was left behind at that time. I didn't expect to find it here today."

"Is this one a pair with yours?" the Sixth Prince asked.

Mo Yizhi nodded: "Yes."

Although I don't know who she is, she must have a certain weight in Mo Yizhi's heart. Otherwise, with her indifferent temperament, she would not have such a big reaction when she saw this scimitar.

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The Sixth Prince gently patted Mo Yizhi on the shoulder: "The deceased is gone."

Mo Yizhi's body froze, and after a moment he twitched the corner of his mouth, his smile a little weak: "I understand."

There are too many life and death situations on the battlefield. The person who was laughing and joking with you one moment may die in front of you the next moment.

Mo Yizhi saw too much.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from the distance. Someone raised his voice and said, "It's the Lord of Gusu City who is here."

Mo Yizhi and the Sixth Prince also followed the sound and saw more than a dozen people riding horses. The sound of horse hooves made the sound of sand roll up behind them.

The first person who is still shining like a rich man is Duolu, the Lord of Gusu City.

In front of him, Duolu got off his horse, walked straight to the front and sat down, and said loudly to everyone: "Welcome to all our friends from far away, who have traveled thousands of miles to attend this year's Gusu Baohui."

What I have to say is that although Mo Yizhi dare not compliment Duolu's taste in clothes, his demeanor and demeanor are very much like a city lord.

At this time, Mo Yizhi saw King Qi Xuan coming from nowhere and standing not far away. He noticed Mo Yizhi's gaze and smiled and nodded with her.

Mo Yizhi still looked indifferent, but he nodded in return.

The Sixth Prince looked at Duo Lu in front of him, but nothing about the actions between Mo Yizhi and King Qi Xuan escaped his eyes.

"Qi Xuan seems to like Ah Zhi very much." The sixth prince still wore his signature fox-like hypocritical smile.

After hearing this, Mo Yizhi replied in a nonchalant manner, almost making the Sixth Prince angry and vomiting blood.

"Young Master, you think that Prince Qi Xuan is the same as Young Master, both of them are masculine? Then you two can have more exchanges."

The sixth prince's mouth twitched after hearing this, and he wished he could slap the "stinky boy" in front of him to death.

Mo Yizhi seemed to be aware of the sixth prince's motives. She moved two steps to the side very naturally, looked back at the sixth prince, and raised one corner of her lips slightly with a half-smile.

The Sixth Prince hated Mo Yizhi's sneer-like expression.

But at this time, the Lord of Duolu City came forward and said: "Today at the treasure meeting, I want to show you a treasure..."

The Sixth Prince glanced at Mo Yizhi with a pitiful look, then stopped caring and looked at Duolu instead.

I heard Duolu continue to say: "This thing is extraordinary. I think most of the friends who came here today are also here for this treasure."

Everyone in the audience was talking quietly.

Mo Yizhi saw that the sixth prince's brows were slightly furrowed, showing a rare serious look. He must have come here for this reason.
Chapter completed!