LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

broken!

Ling Shen hate can not pump his own mouth. Ba: I will not speak!

He quickly looked up and saw that Sanye was looking at himself with a very strange look.

Ling Shen hearted, Miss Frost, but the woman that Sanye likes, he will not be torn by the three masters?

He quickly said: "Sanye, don't misunderstand, I don't mean I'm thinking about Miss Frost, but I'm thinking about things related to Miss Frost, I..."

Ling Xiaoyu interrupted his words: "Do you like a woman like Frost?"

He is actually just asking questions normally, but listening to the ears in the sinking ears -

Sanye seems to be angry!

Sanye never cared about this kind of thing before!

He looked up and looked at his face with a dead face: "You shouldn't misunderstand the three grandfathers, you can swear by your subordinates, and there is no meaning for Miss Frost!"

His style is elegant, so a serious speech is really convincing.

It’s a bit strange to just talk.

The original Ling Yuyu was just asking questions. When he heard Ling Shen’s answer, he already had six points in his heart and believed that his subordinates liked the frost.

He said faintly: "You don't have to be so anxious to clear up, frost is really a good woman."

When he finished, he turned and left.

Ling Shen: "...!!!"

He stood stupidly behind him, looking at the cold back of his family, just thinking - my life is resting!

......

Love the room.

The servant of Lingjia is very efficient, and she has already changed the room.

The so-called guest room, in fact, is not very different from the room she lived in before. If it is hard to say, it is probably that the room is bigger.

"Miss Frost, this is the three masters who told me to send you for you."

Someone knocked on the door and held a quaint wooden box in his hand.

You don’t have to look at it, you know what's inside.

She took it and said thank you, and when the person left, closed the door.

Love reveals a smile, put the long box on the table and gently open it.

A long sword without a scabbard lay quietly in a velvet box.

The love is very clear, the sword is well maintained, and every person has regular cleaning and cleaning, even a trace of rust has never existed.

But it is also limited to this.

After all, it is an antiquities of thousands of years. The whole metal sword body has been looked at with no brilliance, and the blade part can not see the sharpness of the past.

Only the delicate lines of the hilt are as old as ever.

For such a sword, most people will regard it as a work of art, not a weapon of murder.

I gently put this sword in my hand.

She reached out and gently passed over the blade.

There was blood flowing out of her palm, but she couldn’t see any pain.

The blood that flowed out of her body did not fall, but slowly penetrated into the blade.

As if it was opened by the master, this ancient sword vibrated in the hands of love.

Love can clearly perceive the excited emotions.

She chuckled: "It has been ruining you for so many years."

The long sword screamed and screamed, seemingly responding to the words of love.

Then the next moment, the whole blade swayed, as if there was a layer of invisible dust falling off the sword.

The dust-stricken sacred soldiers finally showed the brilliance that originally belonged to it at this moment.

The sparkling water shines on the face of love.

At this moment, the long sword in front of the love has completely changed.