Su Jiang held Xi Guimo and didn't let go.
She had no choice but to hug Su Jiang. Recently, it was indeed because of too many things that she hadn't cared about Su Jiang.
Wen Yuchen said that he was a little unhappy about Xi Guimo holding Su Jiang.
Xi Guimo: "..."
So why should she coax the big one and the small one
Back in Xiang Jinyu's house, Su Jiang had fallen asleep on the shoulders of Xi Guimo.
Xi Guimo sighed and hugged Su Jiang upstairs.
Wen Yuchen, who was thrown down, was surrounded by a low air pressure, which made Wen Yuluan unbearable to look directly.
Mo Bai was still in the villa, and when she saw Shuang Chi coming in, her eyes brightened, but under Wen Yuchen's bad complexion, she still lowered her voice and said, "Auntie, grandma, look like this, you didn't go in today?"
Shuangchi glanced at Mo Bai unexpectedly, and said, "How did you know?"
"Look at your expressions." Mo Bai Nunu said, "I guess, is it because everything inside came out?"
Shuang Chi: "..."
Did this person follow them along
Shuang Chi became white and Mo Bai glanced, did not answer, just said: "Don't call my sister-in-law, grandma, let me hear you next time and beat you."
During this period of time, there has been no time to say that she is not a girl. Hey!
The little aunt's grandmother always yells, and she's almost brainwashing her!
Mo Bai: "..."
Thinking of Shuangchi's strength, Mo Bai trembled twice inexplicably.
He should be quiet and don't talk.
Not long after being quiet, Wen Yuchen got up and went upstairs. As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly relaxed.
Wen Yuluan leaned on the sofa, looked at Shuangchi, and said, "Could I ask, what exactly is your weapon?"
Shuangchi's weapon, although she did not find relevant information in her memory, she knew how to look at it.
"You said this?" Shuangchi took out his weapon from nowhere.
The shape of the thing looked like a scimitar, but the tip of the knife felt extremely dull.
It's as if you are generally using a scabbard to cut things, but even with a scabbard you can cut anything.
"This thing is actually not mine." Shuangchi played with the thing that looked like a scimitar in his hand.
The color on the top is bronze, and some areas are even a hint of black, as if it has been useless for a long time and the top is moldy.
Only Frost knows that this is not moldy.
This is the dirt that the person has been on since he died and cannot be removed.
"It's not yours?" Wen Yuluan's complexion was a little weird. Anything that wasn't hers could be so powerful.
If this is in the hands of the real master, what kind of power will it exert
Can even this entire tomb door be split
"Yes, it's not mine." Shuangchi's tone seemed to be nostalgic, his eyes widened, and said: "It hasn't seen its owner for a long time."
As if to cooperate with Shuang Chi's words, the scimitar in her hand trembled slightly, and her voice was mournful.
Wen Yuluan pursed her lips, paused for a while, and said, "Why?"
"Because that person is already dead." Shuang Chi's face became cold when he said this.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the scimitar in her hand, took it back, then turned and walked towards her room.
Some things are not that she doesn't want to face it, but the resentment that she can't help feeling once she thinks about it.
Resent yourself, and resent others.