Grown Ups! I'm Just a Sword!

When a sword with a complicated life experience passed through two generations of owners, and each owner asked it to not only kill people but also have bed-warming skills, it just wanted to shout: "I am just a sword!" If there was a choice in the next life, Xue Wu would definitely be a lonely and arrogant lonely sword, and she would not be hugged around by those crazy men every day. A generation of owners created it and fell in love with her. The second generation master asked for her but couldn't get it. Since then, the cycle of fate has begun. Xuewu looked silently at the scabbards piled up all over the room... "Is there anyone I like?" Xiao Luo picked up a scabbard covered with diamonds. The shining light of the gems was particularly dazzling. In the center, a red blood diamond flowed like blood drops, with a round and full color. "How about this." Eyes as beautiful and luxurious as blood diamonds looked at Xue Wu. "... Xue Wu is a sword that kills people." The implication is too fancy. "I didn't say you were a pig butcher." Xuewu... Remained silent. "Otherwise," Xiao Luo threw over a black-gold scabbard as he spoke. Xuewu subconsciously caught it with both hands, and heard the pleasant voice next to her ears, "When people change clothes and swords, you can change a few more in a day." Xue Wubing's blue eyes were dull, and she suddenly felt that the sheath in her hand was extremely heavy. — "No matter before or now, you have never looked at me, not even once!" He raised his sword and looked at Xue Wu with anger and pain in his eyes as bright as fire. Then a crystal tear slowly slid down his charming face, dripping on the soft clothes, burning the tear mole and breaking his heart. He suddenly dropped his sword, his clothes bloomed and fluttered like butterflies, and he eagerly pressed Xue Wu, who was looking at him calmly, into his arms. "My heart doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." His expression was mixed with sadness and joy, then he brushed his fingers through her snowy hair, hugged her waist, and kissed randomly on the top of her head. — "I'm just a sword you made. You shouldn't fall in love with a sword." Xuewu gradually retracted her hand, and her ice-white hair slowly slid down her shoulders. He tightly grasped Xue Wu's slender fingers that were about to be withdrawn, held them tightly, and then brought them to her thin lips for a pious kiss, "My love blooms only for you, and it has nothing to do with who you are." This is how the story of a sword begins, [Be careful when entering the pit, for reference only.