With Zhang Junmei's face cold, Xiao Bao shook his head without hesitation, "No!"
"Why?!"
"Because you're so ugly!" Xiaobao replied sternly, "Mother likes beautiful things, but you are so ugly, so give it to Mother, and Mother doesn't want it either."
There was another sentence that Xiaobao didn't say.
He could feel that this sword was very powerful, but it was not as powerful as his mother's Tianmoqin.
Since it is not as good as the Tianmoqin, but also uglier than the Tianmoqin, even if you give it to your mother, she won't like it, so what is he going to do
The evil spirit sword shook violently, it was hard to believe the result.
Then, that old, thick, mysterious voice turned into a low growl of frustration.
"Are you kidding? Do you know how many people in this world want to get the Evil Resisting Sword?! Do you know that the biggest sect in the Purple Cloud Realm trapped me in this Fuxi Secret Realm and spent it day and night just to reduce my strength? Can you control me?! An ancient secret protector like Lao Tzu would be crazy if he got it. You actually despise me for being ugly! Despise me for being ugly!! How ugly am I!!”
Xiaobao didn't say a word, didn't even give him a look, hugged Fat Tutu, turned around and was about to leave.
In Xiaobao's view: what mother doesn't like means that he doesn't like it either, and what he doesn't like is of course useless.
It's just that Xiaobao hasn't taken two steps.
Suddenly, he felt a cold glow approaching behind him.
As soon as he turned around, he saw the black long sword that was still hanging in the air just now, slashing at him aggressively.
Xiaobao's expression changed, and he wanted to dodge, but he was one step too late.
However, the expected pain of being pierced by the sword did not come.
At the moment when the tip of the sword was about to touch him, it suddenly turned around, and then gently cut a small cut in his arm.
Blood dripped down the hole.
The black long sword sank quickly, catching the blood consciously and nervously.
Blood fell on the sword and disappeared without a trace.
But the originally pure black long sword gradually showed dark red lines.
There are more and more textures until the entire long sword is completely covered.
Xiaobao was still a little confused and didn't know what happened.
I heard a wild laughter, "Hahaha, you dare to despise me, and you have made a contract with me now!!"
It's just that the laughter became lower and lower until it disappeared without a trace.
Immediately afterwards, the red texture on the long sword gradually faded away.
After all the red faded, it fell to the ground with a bang.
However, the appearance of the black long sword at this moment cannot be described as dilapidated.
Most of the hilt is rotten, and the blade has several gaps.
It's like a piece of scrap metal.
If it is sold outside, let alone spar, I'm afraid it won't even be sold for a copper plate.
Xiao Bao covered his bleeding hand with a cold face, raised his foot and kicked the broken sword aside.
Immediately leave.
However, when he took a step, Broken Sword jumped up and down, following a step.
He walked ten meters, and Po Jian also jumped ten meters.
Xiao Bao frowned, looked down at the evil spirit, "Don't follow me!"
After the words came out, Xiaobao thought he would hear that noisy voice again.
Who knew, the sword body shook, but it was quiet.
Just when Xiaobao was puzzled, the tattered blade of the sword straightened up with difficulty, writing and drawing on the ground.
[Damn, your level is too low!]
[I can't even change my form!]