At that time, the quenched Ambergris Sword suddenly appeared, and the cold front was faint.
"The peerless sword matches the unparalleled hero." Wei Zhi said with emotion, "The sword recognizes its owner. From now on, you, Zhou Nanhua, will always have the sword."
——"Wei Zhi, it doesn't matter that you and I are pearls. This world is dark, pearls are covered with dust, and there will be no way out from now on." Zhou Nanhua faced the blue sky and white sun, and said all heartless words, "Even if there is a small space to survive, I will never want you, the Wei family of Xiliang, to be a sword-forging heir with unique skills, to tie himself up for the love of his children."
Words are like blades. Even if the man was in tears, Wei Zhi would burst into tears for a while.
Concept: Love story