"But, I have given you all my precious collection. I really have nothing left to give you now." Fu Chen bit his lip. He looked so pitiful. "So, I can't really help you even if I wanted to."
Feng Ruqing hesitated for a moment before she sighed. "This is indeed too hard for you. But, never mind. I'm born with the fear of death. I'll not waste my life that I have a chance to live this life again. It's fine if I am not your guardian."
Fu Chen was shocked. Were humans… this shameless?
"I'm left with the last sword." Fu Chen flicked his finger and a long black sword appeared in his hand. He growled, "You wicked and cruel woman! Now you have tricked me into giving you my last food."
That sword was black like iron and it was somehow rusted. But, the dragon mark on the sword was still clear and it looked so real that it looked like it might come out of the sword anytime now.
