Ten Miles of Peach Blossom Drunk Breeze

Chapter 25 Family Heirloom?

Xue Yurong heard the words, "filled with righteous indignation" and said: "You are clearly insulting my noble character, do you see that my son has a dignified look on his face, does it look like the kind of shoddy and stealthy person? ?” This lady obviously traded for a limited-edition erotic album!
Hua Luo said with a sarcastic smile, "Noble character? Upright? Just you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm blind, but I really didn't see it." Noble, righteous?
Xue Yurong coldly snorted nonchalantly: "Hmph! Gold always shines. How can ordinary people see my goodness? If you can't see it, it can only prove that you have no discernment."

Then he said indignantly: "Hmph! Do you think I want to be the master? If it weren't for the fact that I have been unlucky these days and was pushed by the owner of the gambling house, how could I be willing to pass my father on to me?" Has your family heirloom been pawned?"

Hualuo raised her delicate eyebrows when she heard the words, and said in a strange way: "If your father knew that there is such a "good son" like you, why wouldn't you be so angry? Even your deceased ancestor will probably be killed by you." This kid is so angry that he climbed out of the coffin and strangled you to death, right?" Although I don't know if what this kid said is true or not?But a little curious about the family heirloom he said?What exactly is He Baowu who is being praised so much by this brat?

Xue Yurong snorted coldly, "Then don't bother Your Excellency to worry about it."

Hanging up her signature smile again, Hua Luo smiled, and said, "Then I want to see, what kind of treasure is it that makes you, a brat, boast so much? Be careful that your tongue flickers when the wind blows."

Opening the burden-like bed sheet, Xue Yurong took out the sword inside, and with a "swipe", the long sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword with a faint cold light pointed directly at the tip of Hualuo's nose, and said triumphantly: "See? This is one of the ancestral treasures of my family. It was handed down from my wife and grandfather, and it was given by the previous emperor. Look at the pattern on the hilt, isn’t it particularly exquisite? Look at the thousand-year-old black iron. Isn't the blade made of this machine particularly sharp?"

Hua Luo's face turned blue, and he didn't even look at the so-called family-inherited sword, but used his slender and white fingers to lightly flick the tip of the sword on his nose.

Xue Yurong only felt a numbness in her wrist, and a force spread along the sword body to her entire arm. She couldn't help moving the sword away, then stepped back a few steps, and said angrily, "Hey! Little boy, why don't you even say hello?" Don’t fight, and suddenly use your internal force to shake me away? Let me tell you, I’m the only one in my family, if you hurt me and make me disabled, can you afford it?”

As the words fell, Xue Yuerong's face suddenly changed, she threw the sword on the ground, bent down with her hands hugging her stomach, with a "painful" look on her face, "Oh! Why does my son suddenly feel such a pain in his stomach? Zhencheng is seriously injured, ouch... why do I feel that my internal organs are twitching now? Oh! Why does my whole body feel so painful..."

(End of this chapter)