"Who are you?" Fang Ming's teeth were trembling. This blond woman was too mysterious. She seemed to have a grudge against Attila, but she didn't want to let him go. What on earth did she want to do?
"Who I am is not important. What matters is who you are? Where did your sword come from?" The blonde woman's eyes were complicated, and there was always a cold undertone in the depths of her eyes.
Fang Ming closed his eyes and stopped answering. The blond woman ignored her and ordered the strange man who looked like a black tower: "Little monkey, go get some food."
The Black Tower weirdo responded, and half an hour later, he brought out a food box.
When the food box was opened, the aroma filled the air. The blonde woman's dinner was very rich. White boiled mushrooms, roasted goat, and wild sweet potatoes.
The woman ate a small portion and gave most of the rest to the black tower weirdo.
There are cliffs all around here, and mushrooms grow all over the mountain walls, which are excellent natural stones. As for wild goats, they are a meal for martial arts masters. Fang Ming looked at the wolfing black tower weirdos, and his throat couldn't help but gurgled and he swallowed.
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The Black Tower weirdo smiled "hehe", walked up to Fang Ming, and waved a leg of lamb in front of him.
Fang Ming closed his eyes and covered his heart, turning a blind eye.
If the opponent wanted to eat it for me, he would just throw it at me. The black tower weirdo wanted to tease me.
The smile of the weirdo in the Black Tower disappeared. He seemed to be bored, and stuffed the leg of lamb into his mouth to chew.
After finishing her meal, the blonde woman took a walk outside the cave for a while, then sat back on her stone bed and meditated on the dagger in her hand.
As the sky gradually darkened, the blond woman put down her dagger, sat cross-legged on the stone bed and began to practice.
When night came, it was extremely cold in the cold pool. The three of them desperately mobilized their Qi to resist the strange cold.
The three of them had not exhausted all their water all night, relying solely on their own internal strength to support them. As dawn approached, the cold air invaded, and the three of them turned into three out-and-out ice sculptures.
"Little monkey, give them some food and unlock their acupuncture points at the same time."
The black tower weirdo looked at his master with some confusion. He had obeyed his master for decades. Although he felt strange, he still followed his master's instructions.
The black tower monster picked up the wooden stick, smashed the ice on the three people's bodies, and stuffed a few roasted lamb chops into their hands.
Fang Ming took the mutton chops and glanced at the blond woman suspiciously. This woman gave him something to eat and opened her acupuncture points. Wasn't she afraid that he would run away?
The blonde woman was still meditating with her eyes closed, as if she hadn't realized anything.
After freezing all night, several people devoured the mutton chops that were still hot.
After eating and drinking enough, the acupuncture points were opened again. Not only did the three of them regain their strength, but they were also surprised to find that their own strength seemed to have increased.
In martial arts cultivation, it becomes more and more difficult to make progress as you get to the later stages. It only took one night to increase your strength. This is an incredible thing.
"Young Master, let's kill this woman!" Yelena used sound transmission to enter the secret passage.
"Young Master, I think this woman is very strange. Let's not act rashly." Zhu Xiaoyao said exactly the opposite.
This woman's martial arts skills were too weird and terrifying. It wasn't that Fang Ming was bloodless, but that he was unwilling to act rashly until he understood the other party's intentions.
"Wait and see what tricks she is going to play." Fang Ming made up his mind.
At this time, the woman on the stone bed opened her eyes, and her eyes shot out two sharp rays of light, sweeping across the faces of the three of them. The three of them felt as if their faces had been scratched by a sharp knife, and they felt burning pain.
"You boy, you do have some conscience. The most vicious thing is you, a girl!" The blonde woman pointed at Yelena, and Yelena said in shock: "Can you hear us?"
The blond woman nodded disdainfully and said: "Transmitting sound into the secret is useless in front of high-level opponents."
The higher the level of martial arts, the sharper the senses. All the conversations between the three fell into the ears of the blonde woman.
Fang Ming felt a chill running from his heels down his back and up to his head. This woman was really a terrifying pervert.
The blonde woman's eyes finally fell on Fang Ming: "Young people, do you think it's strange? Are you wondering why I don't kill you?"
Fang Ming nodded, but said nothing. Facing a pervert like the blonde woman, if you ask too many questions, she will become wary, so it is best to remain silent.
Sure enough, when the three of them didn't respond, the blonde woman said to herself: "I won't kill you because of Attila, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and I don't want Attila, a bastard, to live too comfortably;
Secondly, it’s because of it!”
The blonde woman raised the dagger in her hand, and her eyes softened: "Young man, follow me!"
Fang Ming didn't know what the blond woman was going to do, so he followed her through the cave and came to another place.
This was a slightly larger stone room, with sheep oil lamps lit in the room, reflecting the bright light. Fang Ming looked closely and saw that this room was made of ice sculptures, and the entire stone room exuded a magical brilliance.
The most eye-catching thing is that there is a dagger hanging on the wall of the room. The style of the dagger is exactly the same as the one in Fang Ming's hand.
The blond woman took off the dagger from the wall and put it into Fang Ming's hand. Fang Ming compared the two daggers. They looked like they were poured out of the same mold. The only difference was that the dagger in the hand of the blond woman was engraved with "
The word "winter thunder" is used, but the dagger in Fang Ming's hand is engraved with "spring snow".
Fang Tianhao, known as the Satanic Sword Master, was obsessed with swordsmanship all his life. There was even a special room in Jinhuang's Fang family to store various swords.
Compared with the swords in the sword room, these two swords are not of the highest quality, but they have special significance because they are two short swords forged by Fang Tianhao himself.
"Who are you?" Fang Ming vaguely felt that the origin of the blond woman was not that simple, and she was probably related to his father.
The blond woman took back the dagger from Fang Ming's hand and gently stroked the blade, as if murmuring to herself: "This sword was left to me by a man. His name is Fang Tianhao, known as the Satanic Sword Master."
After saying this, the blond woman's eyes became confused.
The speculation in his heart turned into fact. Fang Ming felt that this woman did not have any malicious intentions. He said slowly: "What on earth is going on?"
The blond woman glanced at Fang Ming warily, and her eyes became cold and stern again: "Young man, you haven't answered my question yet. This short sword is in your hand. What is your relationship with the owner of this sword?
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Fang Ming thought for a moment, puffed up his chest and said, "Fang Tianhao is my father."
"What? Is it your father?" The blonde woman was shocked, and her expression became strange.
"Is it your father?" The blonde woman suddenly raised her voice. She walked around the stone room angrily, like a roaring lioness: "How could he - how could he - I was waiting in this stone room?
I have killed him for more than twenty years, more than twenty years!"
"Because of him, I betrayed the Zoroastrian Cult. Because of him, I was poisoned by Arti and stayed on this dark cliff for twenty years-" The blonde woman said intermittently, and it became clear from her words.
everything.
I never thought that such a clichéd and bloody thing would happen to my father. This is a story about love and commitment, waiting and betrayal. In this story, the Zoroastrian saint, the blonde woman in front of me, Ilia, became
The infatuated heroine, but her father is an out-and-out heartless person!
"You---you are his evil seed, evil seed!" Elijah struck him with a palm.
"Pah!" The palm hit Fang Ming on the face. His cheeks suddenly became red and swollen, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
"You---" Elijah was a little surprised: "Why don't you hide?"
Fang Ming raised his head. There was no compassion in his eyes, but deep sympathy.
A woman, for her own love, was drugged and imprisoned in this dark underground. Just waiting for the man who promised her, this kind of feeling is so poignant and beautiful.
With his father Fang Tianhao's martial arts and wisdom, it was easy for him to rescue Elijah, but he didn't. What does this mean?
Fang Ming once searched through his father's belongings, but there was not a single word left. It is very likely that his father and Elijah were in vain - a wounded woman, a poor woman, a desperate woman. Faced with such a woman,
Fang Ming suddenly felt a sense of atonement, atoning for his father's sins.