"Uh uh... you..."

Liu Zilin smiled and snorted, and raised his hand to the side. A lame steward once again handed over a dagger.

Liu Zian added another sword hilt to his chest.

"This third sword was given to my second brother by the ancestors of the Liu family in Longcheng."

Liu Zilin put his arm firmly around Liu Zi'an's shoulders, supporting the latter's bleeding and seriously injured body in disguise. Face to face, he sighed and asked:

"Third brother, I am deeply afraid that second brother will run away too fast and forget his ancestors. Has second brother remembered now?"

On a rocking chair nearby, an old swordsmith was drinking rice wine and watching the scene unfolding in the room with great interest.

"Liu Zilin Liu Fu... you... deserve to die..." Liu Zian's face was full of ferocious curses.

But in the next moment, something happened that made him even more stunned and chilling.

Liu Zilin, who was face to face with Liu Zian, suddenly stepped aside after stabbing three swords, revealing a scene of people standing in the sword furnace room behind him.

In the sword furnace room, except for the lame steward.

Beside the gate, Wei Shaoxuan stood quietly with a smile and waved his fan leisurely;

Qiu Shenji stood aside indifferently, turning his head to look at the old swordsmith on the rocking chair.

Not far from these two people from Luoyang, on a worn-out bamboo chair, a young county magistrate who was very familiar to Liu Ziyi was sitting in a desolate manner.

Ouyang Rong sat on a stool with half of his buttocks, his arms bent to support his knees. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, while he rolled his eyes and looked at Liu Zian in front of him with very complex eyes.

Between his lowered fingers, he held a cold dagger.

The sword pointed downwards, slowly shaking, and blood drops shook off.

Next to Ouyang Rong's chair, there was a beautiful girl with the word "Yue" embroidered on her forehead.

She grasped a dagger with trembling hands, as if someone had forced it in. From time to time, the girl turned her head and glanced at Qiu Shenji, who stood like a hill in front of the door, her eyelashes trembling.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand under his sleeve and silently grabbed Ah Qing's small fist holding the knife.

The girl's small body was closer to his, which slightly relieved the fearful trembling all over her body.

In addition to the four people above, there was also a female figure that made Liu Zian widen his eyes.

Sister-in-law Mrs. Xu.

I saw this middle-aged woman with disheveled hair and a dull expression. The pale hand under her sleeve was also holding a sword, and her eyes were fixed on Liu Zian.

This room, which had been searched just now, was suddenly filled with people.

I don’t know if it was a subsequent entry or Liu Zian entered the house in a hurry before. His eyes were attracted by the sword box containing the tripod sword, and he did not notice the blind spots behind the door...

At this moment, everyone in the room was in different states, but they all stared at him in unison.

Liu Zian slowly stiffened and turned his head, looking at the scene of enemies in the room, he was speechless, with a look of begging for mercy on his face.

But Liu Zilin had already given up his position indifferently.

Liu Fu was the second to move forward, pulled out Liu Zian's waist knife and threw it away. He took out a short sword and inserted it into Liu Zian's ribs like a random thing:

"Just now, the Third Young Master has given a sword to the Eldest Young Master. Since Second Young Master, you want a sword so much, then I will give the Second Young Master a sword on behalf of His Royal Highness, King Wei, who is far away in Luoyang. I have been in Longcheng for many years, and I am still interested in Wei.

His Royal Highness misses you very much."

Liu Fu left the fourth sword hilt, turned and walked away.

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at the young county magistrate who was captured alive by his adoptive father.

Ouyang Rong slowly stood up from the bamboo chair, as if he had not recovered from his previous serious injury, and walked to Liu Zi'an with some staggering steps.

He lowered his eyes and carefully inserted a dagger into the latter's abdomen and liver area, then turned the hilt considerately and stirred:

"There is a book that says that if a person's organs are stabbed here, it will be extremely painful, and he will die from the severe pain. I have always been curious whether it is true or not...

"What you owe Ashan, one life...isn't enough to pay it back."

He whispered hoarsely.

Ouyang Rong stepped aside, Ah Qing staggered towards him, and for the first time the innocent girl hurt someone with a white blade.

She lowered her head and shook her shoulders, crying in pain as she inserted a sword into Liu Zian's chest intermittently, applying force awkwardly:

"Bad guy, you pay back my brother, you pay back my brother, woo woo woo..."

"Ho ho..." Liu Zian coughed up bright red foam from his mouth and looked at them with a look of pain on his face.

The eldest sister-in-law, Mrs. Xu, came over in despair. The woman's eyes were full of hatred and she thrust the dagger into his stomach.

"You give me back my husband and my child Chuanzhi. They died miserably. Chuanzhi also died miserably... You don't have to die well, Liu Zian!"

Mrs. Xu stabbed her twice in a row before resolving her grudges. She pulled out the knife once, causing blood to splash on her face. She backed away with her hands full of blood, fell to the ground, and ran away like crazy.

Finally, Wei Shaoxuan strolled over, carefully selected a sharp sword, and inch by inch, it gradually sank into Liu Zian's beating heart.

This sword is indeed a good sword. Before the blood has time to gush out, it has already entered without the handle.

These daggers today are actually the letter swords that Liu Ziwen sent to Luoyang Prince Wei's Mansion as a routine gift.

Except for the last bladed Xinjian, which was given by Wei Shaoxuan to a certain little girl with plum blossom makeup, all the other Xinjian were brought, and during these days, they were all picked up by the Sixth Young Master of the Wei family in his spare time.

Sharpen.

So for now, it can be said that all the swords Liu Ziwen gave away have been returned to Liu Zian.

Wei Shaoxuan sneered and said:

"I hate it the most when someone plays tricks in front of me, but they don't know enough about it. Well, looking at it now, you do have a lot of 'minds' at the moment.

"You've got what you wanted, Liu Zian. Do you like swords so much? Then I'll give them to you. The swords are enough."

Liu Zi An numbly turned his head and looked at the old swordsmith watching the show beside the sword-making furnace.

"I didn't lie to you just now. The tripod sword is indeed in the sword box, and the swords in the room are indeed ready, but... they are a little too prepared."

The old swordsmith glanced at Liu Zian's chest, which was barreled into a honeycomb shape, nodded, shook his head, and declined Wei Shaoxuan's invitation with a smile.

"I won't come."

The old man sipped his wine and said calmly:

"Liu Zian, before you asked me what else I like to watch, you forgot to mention that ever since I brought back the sword embryo and my junior brother's head, I have really enjoyed watching dramas about brothers turning against each other, especially those from your Liu family."

As soon as the words fell, the room fell into silence, except for the moans of someone in pain and despair.

"Ah...ah...sword...sword...ah..."

The painful groan became smaller and smaller.

Liu Zilin lowered his head and stood beside Liu Zian, without looking at him, but put his right arm tightly around the second brother's shoulders, holding up his soft body to show the audience.

In the sight of hatred, hatred, ridicule, and cold eyes.

There was a man whose chest and abdomen were crowded with eight sword hilts but with nine wounds. His clothes were soaked with blood. He turned his head stiffly, looked back at the Mohist sword box on the table, and stretched out his hand slowly...

Liu Zi'an didn't close his eyes and lowered his head and arms.
Chapter completed!