The brother of the head of the Nangong family?

Bai Mengmeng couldn't help but mutter, what kind of self-introduction is this!

And what the hell is the Nangong family?

If Feng Xian was here, he would definitely be able to give Bai Mengmeng an answer, but Feng Xian was not there.

"I wonder if Miss Bai can take a step?"

The old man had gradually calmed down, and Bai Mengmeng realized that when he wasn't crying, he was still personable.

Bai Mengmeng blinked and looked at the old man.

Nangong ...... Could it be Nangong Qi's Nangong family?

Among the people she came into contact with, the only one who could be related to the word Nangong was Nangong Qi.

And for the so-called Nangong family, Bai Mengmeng actually cares a little bit.

So she simply nodded neatly, closed the room directly, and left the arena with the old man, leaving the other challengers in the arena staring at each other.

That's it?!

At the same time, another round of storms began on the Star Network.

After all, although Bai Mengmeng doesn't know this old man, it doesn't mean that others don't know him!

Not to mention that the old man had no intention of hiding his identity at all.

Bai Mengmeng and the old man left the arena together, and soon, she followed the old man to an inconspicuous-looking building, and the old man brushed his iris and took Bai Mengmeng in.

As soon as he entered, what Bai Mengmeng saw was a weapon.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, eighteen kinds of weapons can be seen here.

However, these weapons looked as if they had no souls, and they were placed on a high platform as if they were sacrificed to the mill king.

"They're dead."

Bai Mengmeng said unceremoniously, and the old man suddenly smiled bitterly, "You can see it." ”

From the era of cold weapons to the era of hot weapons, and then to the era of particle weapons today, it can be said that the evolution of weapons is a long but short process.

Although these backward cold weapons still exist, they are no longer the mainstream, and many uncommon weapons are no longer usable, such as the painted halberds in the corners, which have not been touched for many years, although they are very clean.

"They shouldn't stay here."

Bai Mengmeng shook her head.

She could feel the pain of the weapons, but she could also feel their sadness, they were outdated, and these cold weapons should have died long ago with the passing of time.

Forcibly keeping them is nothing more than keeping the soul of a dead man in the world, refusing to let them go where they belong.

The old man stopped talking, but silently led Bai Mengmeng through the shelves with weapons, and finally stopped in front of a door.

"The head of the house is waiting for you."

She heard the old man say.

The old man's voice seemed to have gone through the vicissitudes of life, with a bit of heavy twilight, as if it was a dead wood and was about to die.

Bai Mengmeng turned his head to look at him, the old man was still bent over his waist, and the whole person looked lifeless, as if a pool of stagnant water was gradually polluted by black mud.

If that's the case with the Nangong family......

Then she will be very disappointed.

Regardless of whether it is the Nangong family she is expecting, since she dares to use the name Nangong, she must be worthy of this name!

The girl's thin arm stretched out, and the white and tender palm lightly touched the handle of the wooden door.

Click.

The white hand pressed down slightly, and the door that was simply closed was suddenly opened a small crack, and the dim light sprinkled down the crack in the door.