Chapter 29: 29 Treasures with their own emotions

I was secretly proud, I heard the compass buzzing again, and there was a feeling of disdain in my heart.

Ok? What does it mean?

Mu Hanyan held the compass suspiciously, wondering what it meant for a while.

The compass in his hand vibrated even more severely, and the emotions of dismissive and impatience came into my heart.

"Could it be that I think too much, doesn't this kind of good thing happen every time?" Mu Hanyan guessed.

The compass paused for a while, then shook again, and a feeling of appreciation poured into my heart.

It seems that you have guessed it correctly. It is estimated that this kind of good deeds will only occur when you recognize the Lord, not every time, and you will have to rely on yourself in the future. Mu Hanyan recalled.

The compass came again with joy, verifying her guess.

Although the wishful thinking failed, Mu Hanyan was not disappointed either. He needed to spray blood to recognize the legendary treasure of the Lord. Even if it can't save lives in the future, it must have other magical effects. Anyway, it won't be that simple. Slowly discover its potential value.

It should have been "hearing" Mu Hanyan's extremely snobbery heartfelt, a contemptuous sentiment came from the compass, and then he calmed down, without any reaction.

Is this guy protesting and despising himself? Mu Hanyan laughed dumbly, he was indeed a legendary treasure, and his emotions were so rich.

Seeing that the compass didn't react anymore, Mu Hanyan carefully took it into her arms. Such a treasure can't be careless.

Until then, Mu Hanyan calmed down and looked around the room. The strange assassination and the Jedi counterattack happened so quickly that they didn't alarm anyone. Except for the broken window, it didn't leave any traces, just like Nothing has happened before.

The man in black has turned into dust, and it is naturally impossible to inquire any news from him. However, Mu Hanyan didn't give up easily, but searched carefully, hoping to find some traces.

Looking across from the ground inch by inch, Mu Hanyan suddenly stopped looking, just in the corner of the wall, a piece of cloth only **** wide lying quietly on the ground, it was the sword that she shot from the corner of the opponent's clothes. Down.

Mu Hanyan picked up the piece of cloth and looked at it carefully. There was nothing special about the fabric, just ordinary hemp, but the embroidered pattern on it was very unusual. One big and two small, three stars live between one side of the cloth, and a dozen smaller stars stand on the other side.

The pattern embroidered is extremely delicate, just like a real starry sky, except that the piece of cloth is too small, and the pattern is obviously incomplete. Mu Hanyan can't see the whole picture, let alone determine which family or college sect it belongs to. It can only be determined to have something to do with the origin of the black assassin.

Put the cloth pieces away carefully, unconsciously, the sky is already bright.

The previous incident didn't alarm anyone, and Mu Hanyan didn't want to have extra branches. Then again, there was no trace of it at the scene. Even if she said it, others would think that Mu's strawbag master was asleep. Know what nerves are going on.

He ordered his servants to fix the windows, and Mu Hanyan walked out of the room, suddenly remembering something.

With the worth of this black-clothed assassin's rank ten great swordsman, looking at Blackrock City, there should be no family that can raise such a dead warrior. Where does this person come from? Could it be that someone from that force has actually discovered her existence long ago? In other words, there should have been such an assassination in the previous life, but why did she have no impression?