When Yun Chujiu heard Yun Qianhe mention that broken sword, she felt a little frustrated.
As soon as she stepped out of the gate of the pavilion, that damn broken sword would shamelessly crawl into the sword bondage. She had thought of countless ways to compete with it, but unfortunately, she was defeated in the end.
Fortunately, the weight of the broken sword was not as abnormal as the first day. Although it was not light, Yun chujiu could still bear it. She could only carry this broken thing around every day.
Yun chujiu saw that Yun Qianhe was very curious, so she got up and went back to the bedroom to take out the broken sword and put it on the table.
Yun Qianhe stared at it. No matter how he looked at it, it was a rusty broken sword. He reached out to take a closer look, but he did not expect the broken sword to dodge it.
Yun Qianhe was dumbfounded! was he being despised?
