No wonder this mesmerising woman wears a veil, otherwise, it would cause serious trouble.
Xu Xiangzhi was secretly pleased to see Mo Huasong's seeming reluctance to part with her.
What a pity, Mo Batian, I have to go back to the business group, I might not survive this time to see you again.
Mo Huasong gave Xu Xiangzhi a blank look: "My Little White Sword is different from others, it's a Magical Treasure."
"Ah, a Magical Treasure? Can you claim ownership through blood?" Xu Xiangzhi was even more shocked.
What's going on? He can refine Magical Treasures?
Mo Huasong nodded, "Yes, it's a Magical Treasure, but the materials needed to refine it are very rare, so there aren't many of them. I don't sell them, I only give them to our own people."
When Xu Xiangzhi heard Mo Huasong say she was one of his own, her heart sweetened.
She quickly dropped her blood to claim the Little White Sword, and with a "whoosh," the Little White Sword merged into her body.
