Xiaobao coldly shook his handsome face and shook his head without hesitation, "No!"

"Why?!!"

"Because you are too ugly!" Xiaobao replied sternly, "Mother likes beautiful things, but you are so ugly, even if you give them to me, she won't want them."

There is another sentence that Xiaobao did not say.

He could feel that this sword was very powerful, but not as powerful as his mother's Tianmo Qin.

Since it is not as good as the Tian Mo Qin and is even uglier than the Tian Mo Qin, even if I give it to my mother, she won’t like it, so what is he going to do?

The evil-proofing sword shook violently, and I couldn't believe the result.

Then, the old, rich, mysterious voice turned into a low, frustrated roar.

"Are you kidding? Do you know how many people in this world want to get the evil-proofing sword?! Do you know that the largest sect in Ziyun Realm trapped me in this secret realm of Fuxi, spending my days and nights just to reduce my power?

Can you control me?! A person like me would be crazy to have such an ancient secret. You actually think I’m ugly! You think I’m ugly!! How ugly am I!!”

Xiaobao didn't say a word, didn't even look at him, hugged Fat Tutu and turned around to leave.

In Xiaobao's view: If his mother doesn't like something, he doesn't like it either. If he doesn't like something, it is of course useless.

However, Xiaobao hasn't taken two steps yet.

Suddenly, I felt a cold light approaching from behind.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the long black sword that had been hanging in the air just now, slashing towards him menacingly.

Xiaobao's expression changed and he wanted to dodge, but in the end he was a step too late.

However, the expected pain of being pierced by the sword did not come.

The moment the sword tip almost touched him, it suddenly turned around and then gently cut a small gash on his arm.

Blood dripped down the hole.

The long black sword quickly sank down, catching the blood very consciously and nervously.

Blood fell on the sword and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

But the long sword that was originally pure black gradually appeared with dark red veins.

The texture becomes more and more numerous until it completely covers the entire long sword.

Xiaobao was still a little confused and didn't know what happened.

Then I heard an arrogant laughter, "Hahaha, you dare to dislike me, you haven't made a contract with me now!!"

However, the laughter became lower and lower until it disappeared without a trace.

Then the red texture on the long sword gradually faded away.

After all the red color faded, it fell to the ground with a bang.

However, at this time, the appearance of the black long sword could no longer be described as shabby.

Most of the hilt of the sword was rotted, and the blade had several chips.

It's just like scrap metal.

If you sell it outside, let alone the crystal, you probably won't even be able to sell it for a single copper plate.

Xiaobao covered his bleeding hand with a cold face, raised his foot and kicked the broken sword aside.

He was about to leave immediately.

However, when he took a step, Broken Sword jumped up and down, following him every step.

He walked ten meters, and Broken Sword also jumped ten meters.

Xiaobao frowned and looked down at Jixie, "Don't follow me!"

After the words came out, Xiaobao thought he would hear that noisy voice again.

Who knows, the sword shook, but quietly.

Just when Xiaobao was confused, the tattered sword straightened up with great effort, and began to write and draw on the ground.

[Damn, your level is too low!]
Chapter completed!