Chapter Twenty-Five: A Family Heirloom?

When Xue Yurong heard this, she was "filled with righteous indignation" and said: "You are obviously insulting the noble character of this son, do you see that this son has a righteous and awe-inspiring face, like the kind of shoddy person who steals chickens and dogs?"

Hua Luo said with a sarcastic smile: "Noble character, righteous and awe-inspiring, just you? I'm sorry, forgive this son's clumsy eyes, I really didn't see it." www.biquge.info"This little ghost is obviously a little scoundrel and a little bastard, and he is embarrassed to say that he has a noble character and is awe-inspiring?"

Xue Yurong snorted nonchalantly: "Hmph! It's gold that always shines, how can ordinary people see the goodness of this son? If you can't see it, it can only prove that you have no vision." ”

Then he said with an indignant face: "Hmph! Do you think this son wants to be a good man? If it weren't for the fact that my son has been unlucky these days and has been forced by the owner of the gambling house to be anxious, how would he be willing to give up the family heirloom that my father passed on to me?"

When Hua Luo heard this, her delicate eyebrows were raised, and she said angrily: "If your father knew that with such a competitive "good son" as you, he would not be angry to death? Even your deceased ancestor would probably be so angry that he would crawl out of the coffin and strangle you alive, right?" Although I don't know if what this little ghost said is true or not, but I have a little curiosity about the family heirloom he said? What kind of treasure is it that is praised by this little ghost?

Xue Yurong snorted coldly, "Then don't worry about Your Excellency." ”

Putting on his signature smile again, Hua Luo smiled and said, "Then I want to see what kind of treasure makes this little devil boast so much?" ”

Opening the bag-like sheets, Xue Yurong took out the sword inside, and then "brushed" it, the long sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword with a faint cold light pointed directly at the tip of the flower's nose, and said proudly: "See? This is one of my family's ancestral treasures, this is handed down by my wife and grandfather, but it was given by the first emperor, you see the pattern on the hilt of this sword, is it particularly exquisite? Look at the blade made of this thousand-year-old black iron, is it particularly sharp?"

Hua Luo's face turned pale, and he didn't even glance at the so-called family heirloom sword, but just flicked the tip of the sword pointed at his nose with his slender white fingers.

Xue Yurong only felt a numb wrist, and a force passed along the sword body to the entire arm, and involuntarily moved the sword away, then took a few steps back, and said angrily: "Hey, little brat, why don't you say hello, and suddenly use internal force to shake Ben Gongzi away? Let me tell you, Ben Gongzi is the only seedling in my family, if you hurt or cripple Ben Gongzi, can you afford to pay for it?"

When the words fell, Xue Yuerong's face suddenly changed, she threw the sword to the ground, hugged her stomach with both hands and bent down, with a "painful" look, "Oops! Why did my son suddenly feel that his stomach hurts, he must have been seriously injured, hey...... Why does this son feel that his internal organs are pumping and pumping now? Oops, why does this son feel that his whole body hurts......