Hao Donglai's sword was different from ordinary people's swords. His sword was curved like a snake, and it looked very strange and dangerous.
Hao Donglai took out his sword and gently touched it. &Quot; "The sword's name is sorrow. I made it when my first son died. It was also at that time that I fused my emotions into the technique. I rarely used weapons in my life, but all those who made me use weapons died in the end. I want their families to feel the sorrow I felt at that time."
Zhao Hai looked at Hao Donglai calmly. He was also holding a long blade in his hand. &Quot; I have a wife, and I have several wives. I don't want them to be sad, so everyone who wants them to be sad will die under my knife. Everyone who wants to make the people around me sad will have to pay the price in the end. It's the same no matter what their identity is, and you are the same. &Quot;
