Chapter 664

There are many things in the world that cannot be measured by money.

Like the Mona Lisa that should have been hanging in the Louvre.

For example, the first blade of the Japanese kingdom is placed in front of Li futu.

"Miss Fujiwara, I didn't expect you to bring it out."

Li futu's eyes gradually moved up, and finally he was surprised.

He knows very well that a magic weapon like Murakami is almost the same as a national treasure. The Fujiwara family will certainly treasure it. It's impossible to take it abroad easily, even though Fujiwara is the daughter of the owner.

He didn't mean to belittle Fujiwara before. As we all know, Japan is a country with extremely low status of women.

Sure enough.

Fujiwara spoke quickly.

"To be honest with Mr. Li, I stole this knife."

After being frank, she seems to be very frank, and it can be said that every sentence is amazing.

Li futu picked her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Miss Fujiwara is really very human."

"I just don't want to let such a sword go to dust."

Fujiwara Leiji slowly takes out the magic knife Murakami from the pear box, and then takes up the wine and slowly sprinkles it on the knife body.

The wine drops don't gather and coagulate, and quickly slide off the blade.

"Mr. Li, for your sake, I have taken such a huge risk to steal the family treasure. You can see my sincerity, can't you?"

Fujiwara raised her eyes, but her wrist gradually sank.

Her movement is not fast, or even extremely slow. When she touches the blade of Mr. Murakami, the log table is as fragile as a piece of tofu, which is easily inserted by Mr. Murakami.

"Mr. Li, I know you are not short of money, but as long as you help me, I, this knife and even the Fujiwara family will be yours. Just like the king of the East China Sea, I can be your spokesman in Japan. "

Li futu's eyes twinkled slightly.

"Miss Fujiwara, how much do you know?"

Liji has a soft smile.

"Certainly more than Mr. Li thought."

Li futu looked at the handle that was inserted into the table.

"Dao is a good Dao, people are beautiful, but I'm sorry, I can't accept this deal."

Liji asked calmly.

"Why?"

"Miss Fujiwara, it's not a bad thing to want to control your own destiny. Even I admire your courage to fight. But you shouldn't put your hope on an outsider. My ability is limited. Even if I have the heart, I can't help. I'm sorry. "

"But thank you, Miss Fujiwara, for the wine."

Li futu drank all the wine in the bowl, and then seemed to be planning to get up and leave.

"Why should Mr. Li belittle himself so much?"

Fujiwara looked at him meaningfully.

"Since I appear in front of Mr. Li, it naturally shows that I recognize Mr. Li's ability. You can."

With a look at each other, Li futu smiles.

"Why does Miss Fujiwara seem to have more confidence in me than in myself?"

Fujiwara picked up the wine jar and poured a bowl of wine for Li futu.

"Mr. Li, you stressed that I should be honest with others before, but why do you start to pretend now?"

"Do I have one?"

Li futu said faintly: "at most, I'm just an ordinary person with good luck. Today, I'm just a bit more lucky than ordinary people. Miss Fujiwara, if your father is in Donghai, I may be able to help you, but your Japanese country and your family are thousands of miles away. Do you expect me to take people across the sea with you and go to the Fujiwara family headquarters to kill their owners? "

"Miss Fujiwara, don't you think it sounds crazy?"

"Mr. Li, you must have done more crazy things than that."

Li futu frowned slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"I said I came prepared."

Fujiwara murmured.

"There's a dead man in our family named fujihara blade. Surely Mr. Li hasn't forgotten it?"

"Of course."

Li futu nodded. "He wanted to kill me, and I solved it."

"Mr. Li, do you like to help people carry the black pot so much?"

Li futu squinted.

"What does that mean?"

"Not long ago, I learned by accident that before Fujiwara died, he sent a very interesting message to the family."

Fujiwara shook the bowl gently.

"Mr. Li, who killed Fujiwara blade It's not you, is it? "

Li futu was silent and his eyes flickered.

"Mr. Li, you don't need to be nervous. As I said, we are friends."

"What did he send?"Li futu asked in a soft voice, with a calm look, which made people unable to see what they were thinking.

"He said

"Mr. Li and Mrs. Meng are friends."

The pupil contracted slightly.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Fujiwara said with a smile: "I was also surprised to learn the news at that time. That's Meng Po, who is the Supreme God. "

Fujiwara's expression was full of emotion, and her eyes were hazy, as if admiring Mengpo's demeanor.

Tianbang strong, has been out of the shackles of most secular rules.

In the eyes of the world, the existence on the list of gods is almost like gods!

Li futu said nothing, and his eyes began to blink.

It seems that the river wind blowing in is more and more chilly.

Around the candle began to sway violently, as if it might go out at any time.

"Mr. Li, I hope you can keep calm. Since I dare to appear in front of you, I'm ready for everything..."

Fujihara's voice did not fall, the door of the box suddenly opened, and the woman who had just led Li futu appeared at the door.

His face was as white as before, and he was more like a ghost in the uncertain candlelight.

At that moment, Li futu snapped the table.

Round table turbulence.

The wine spilled.

In Fujiwara's eyes, time seems to slow down, everything seems to slow down.

The village was also shaken up.

"Stop...!"

Liji's face changed.

Li futu stretched out his hand with great speed and precision. He held it in his hand without turning his head back. He directly threw the invincible Japanese first magic weapon back.

"Zheng..."

The sound of breaking through the air is trembling.

Sharp and shrill.

Like countless souls howling in the wind.

As the first magic weapon of the Japanese nation, and has the name of a demon sword, from ancient times to the present, the people who died under the edge of the village head can not be counted!

Lightning, flint, in a flash.

"Shua..."

The geisha had no time to respond, so he died under his own army.

In the middle of the throat, from the back of the neck stab, blade tip exposed more than three inches.

A knife to seal the throat!

The sound of falling to the ground soon sounded.

Fujiwara's face was pale.

Li futu did not look back, staring at Fujiwara.

"Miss Fujiwara, since you have painstakingly investigated me, don't you know that I hate threats most?"