Great sword, take it.
Jiang Nian had already given up hope, but at this moment, his possessiveness ignited once again.
After all, who can refuse a sword?
Xu Qianqian was lying on the sofa playing with her phone. She glanced at Jiang Nian twisting and turning next to her, quite speechlessly.
"Got a rash?"
"You're the one with the rash!" Jiang Nian retorted with a straight face, but soon grinned, "With one sword, frost covers fourteen states!"
Song Xiyun just came out of the room and saw someone pretending to perform sword moves in the living room, she was stunned.
"What's wrong with him?"
Xu Qianqian raised her head and sneered.
"That fool is practicing swordsmanship."
"Haha, so uncultured." Jiang Nian said, "Xu Qianqian, do you know that the ancients used to master both literature and swordsmanship?"
Xu Qianqian rolled her eyes, "Big idiot."
"I don't get it." Song Xiyun tilted her head.
