1425: C1425 Borrowed

C1425 Borrowed

"For me?!"

Zhao Tianfeng was obviously stunned.

She could tell that this pair of exquisite, crescent-moon-shaped weapons were very precious. The sharp edges of the weapons were shining with a cold light. One look was enough to tell that this was a weapon that could blow one's hair.

In addition, the handles of the twin blades were very special. There were seven white gemstones embedded in the handles, and one could vaguely see that they were flickering with light. They looked mystical and extraordinary.

"Wuuuuu!"

Hu Xiaomeng pouted again. She was jealous.

"Uh, to be precise, I lent it to you temporarily. " Lee Yun touched his nose awkwardly. He had given away all his previous weapons and equipment, not lent them. After all, the people he had given away were his close friends. He did not need to be stingy with these.

However, his relationship with Zhao Tianfeng was very subtle now. The Affability was at a loss of one thousand. If he said he was giving away a Gold grade equipment, it was no wonder Zhao Tianfeng was suspicious!

. . . "Okay. "

Zhao Tianfeng did not say much. After a long silence, she directly reached out and took the two special weapons.

As soon as she grabbed them, the weapon gave her a vague thought. When Zhao Tianfeng finished digesting it, the way to use the weapon immediately appeared in her mind.

"Hehe ~" Seeing her like this, Hu Xiaomeng laughed secretly again, "Isn't it magical?"

"It is very magical!" Zhao Tianfeng could not help but sigh in agreement, "What kind of weapon is this? Why can it be like this?"

This was the first time she came into contact with a magic weapon and also the first time she felt the effect of the will. Just like Hu Xiaomeng who had suddenly grasped the Demon Fox Technique, she was fiercely shocked!

"This is a magical artifact called the Crescent Double Blade. Once you have divine sense, the power of this weapon will be even stronger. "

"Divine sense?"

"Yes. . . Forget it, let me explain it to you. "

Lee Yun brought them and sneaked in the fog while explaining to Zhao Tianfeng what exactly divine sense was.

Hu Xiaomeng already knew what the Divine Sense was from the Demonic Fox Technique, and now she could finally show it off in front of people who did not understand.

Moreover, this person was Zhao Tianfeng, whom she had previously viewed as a competitor!

"Divine sense. . . "

Zhao Tianfeng muttered to herself. Her fingers lightly caressed the Crescent Double Blade. If not for the fact that she had just gotten to know Lee Yun and their relationship was terrible, she would have suspected this fellow. Was he deliberately creating this weapon for her?

The Crescent Double Blade was really too suitable for her!

With both hands, the blade was extremely sharp and murderous. Zhao Tianfeng simply could not bear to part with it. Compared to the two blades that she had obtained with great difficulty, they instantly became scraps.

"Why don't we just let the damn eunuch. . . No, let this bastard give it to me?"

Thinking that she could have this weapon, the corner of Zhao Tianfeng's mouth could not help but reveal a trace of a smile. At most, she would not scold him as a damn eunuch in the future and treat him better. With her beauty, she would definitely be able to. . .

"No!"

Zhao Tianfeng suddenly became alert, "What am I doing? He actually wants to use his beauty to seduce this damn eunuch like an ordinary woman!"

She was somewhat distressed because she did not have any advantage in front of Lee Yun. Even if she was the Divine Sword of the Imperial Protector, the daughter of a rarely seen master level expert, and also the only daughter, compared to Lee Yun's magic, this identity was completely useless!

"Zhao Miss?"

"Zhao Miss!?"2

Lee Yun lightly shouted and Zhao Tianfeng only came back to her senses and a blush appeared on her face.

Fortunately, she was in the thick fog and no one else could see her.

"What is it?" Zhao Tianfeng tried her best to calm down and her voice became cold again.

"Someone is coming. "

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