The corners of Yun Huan's lips twitched slightly, she naturally didn't believe Yan Huan. She investigated her, she has never practiced any martial arts since she was a child, and she has no skills at all, I am afraid that the little girl's self-esteem is unbearable.

But......

Talking nonsense here may cause public outrage.

She took Wan Yanhuan to the part she frequented and picked things carefully.

An hour ago, Wan Yanhuan asked her out and asked her where the biggest black market was.

Of course, she was surprised that a clean, innocent, innocent, and cute little girl would ask her about such a place, but she didn't ask too much, and took her directly to a late-night bar.

Oh, and the troublesome clothes were also returned.

Yun Huan picked up the guns while watching, and talked about the characteristics of these guns by the way, so that Wan Yanhuan could get to know him.

"Well, this is the Beretta 92F pistol, firing 9 mm Balabylum rounds, with a total length of 217 mm, an empty gun weighing 0.96 kg, a muzzle velocity of 333.7 m/s, and an effective range of 50 meters......

"In the upper left corner is the Glock 17 pistol, and there is no conventional manual safety handle on the sleeve and sleeve, so there is no need to open the safety before shooting, which is conducive to quick attack."

"This is ......"

……

Wan Yanhuan listened very carefully, put his hands in his pockets, walked very leisurely, and stopped in front of a stall for a long time, pursed the corners of his lips, and couldn't move his eyes.

The boss was instantly happy: "Girl, have you taken a fancy to this sword?" ”

“…… Well, my sword. ”

The boss's face became a little strange at once, his eyes became deep, and Yun Huan looked at Wan Yanhuan quietly.

Her eyelashes were half-drooping, her eyes flashed with a complex and deep light, and her little face was slightly tense, staring at the sword.

It was a hard, delicate sword, with multicolored gems on the stem. The sword is about three feet two long and short, as wide as half a finger, the top of the pale green sword body is engraved with the elegant and chic word "Ruomeng", and the sword tail and scabbard are engraved with clouds.

On the scabbard, there is also a "gift" engraved by the master's father.

The slender red thread was wrapped around the hilt of the sword, Wan Yanhuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if something was about to burst out, and she slowly stretched out her white and long fingers, wanting to touch the scabbard.

……

"Huan'er, today is your eighth birthday, senior brothers and sisters can choose their favorite weapon at will on their eighth birthday, what do you want, huh? Master will take you to the armory? ”

……

"Master! Huan'er wants this sword! Ah, it's called Ruomeng, right? ”

"Well, it's called Ruomeng, has Huan'er seen it? Master didn't expect you to choose the 'King of a Hundred Soldiers'. But if Huan'er likes it, take it, and you will have to be with it every day in the future~"

Master was dressed in a white dress, her long hair was blown by the wind and brushed on her face, she felt itchy, holding the heavy Ruomeng, and snuggled up to Master.

She still remembers that Master's palm was soft and warm, and it was a very comfortable feeling to touch her head.

She still remembers that Master's hand was very strong, firmly holding her soft and boneless hand when holding the sword and the ferocity when breaking the wind, it was a tense and exciting feeling.

……

A crystal tear fell violently and smashed on Ruomeng's scabbard, where the word "joy" was given.

The boss and Yun Huan were shocked by Wan Yanhuan's tears, the boss's eyes were even darker, and Yun Huan's thoughts were complicated at the same time, and he was also at a loss.

She had no choice but to turn around and ask her boss, "How much?" We buy it! ”

The boss ignored Yun Huan, stared at Yan Huan's red eyes, and said calmly for a while: "Girl, I believe that this sword is yours, you take it, I don't want any of it." ”

Wan Yan Huan squatted down, stretched out his hand and gradually approached Ruomeng, shrank when he was about to touch it, bit his lip, and tears fell again.

If the dream is still there.

It was very well preserved.

She thought that Ruomeng had been destroyed by Emperor Xiuxuan back then.

Tears couldn't stop falling, she mustered up the courage to pick up Ruomeng and hugged it in her arms, whimpering.

While crying fiercely, he couldn't say a word: "Thank you...... Thank you, thank you, you ......"

The people in the trading room all frowned and looked at Yan Huan for a while, and only after a few minutes did they turn around and continue to do business.

Wan Yanhuan tried to calm herself, wiped away her tears, and took out all the cash in her bag: "Boss, I want all the things you have here." ”

After a pause, she added, in a thin voice: "Repay." ”

The boss raised his eyebrows slightly. He is a middle-aged uncle who has received all kinds of people, and of course he can see that the girl in front of him has a strong affection for this sword, which is so strong that it can't be dissolved.

Who would burst into tears at the sight of something?

The thing reminds one of its owner.

Of course he's going to send it, no, it's going to be returned.

And this sword was sold to him by a young man not long ago.

He pondered for a moment and spoke: "Girl, pick what you like, what does it mean if you buy it just to repay me, and don't let it meet its owner?" ”

Wan Yanhuan's ears were slightly red, he snorted, and raised his bright peach blossom eyes to look at Yun Huan: "Yun Huan, do you want to buy anything?" I pay! If you hadn't brought me here, I wouldn't have found Ruomeng......"

Yun Huan pinched her little ears and refused with a smile: "You're welcome, it's right to take your little sister out to play~"

Wan Yanhuan pursed her lips and smiled, holding Ruomeng harder.

She loves the feeling of holding a dream.

It hurt her slightly.

If you dream, if you dream.

I found you.

Will I find Master then? Find Shi Niang? Can I still pounce into the lightly scented arms of the master like I did when I was a child, while the master stood aside and ate sourly, scolding me for being so old and still coquettish?

Can I still take you with me when I quarrel with the second senior sister, and point the end of the sword at the second senior sister violently, and the second senior sister will also take out the long sword with anger and fight against me, but she is careful with me and quietly lets me?

Can I go back to the way I used to be?

If you dream, if you dream, you tell me?

Wanyan Huan cried in a trance, laughing, Yun Huan took her to open a lounge, leaving her alone in the room to give her space to vent her emotions, and she lit a cigarette outside the door and didn't smoke.

Wan Yan Huan has secrets that they haven't found out.

A daughter, crying at an ancient sword? She is not blind, how can she not see the love in her eyes?

It's so obvious, without the slightest disguise.

Holding the scabbard like that, as if it was about to melt into the bones and blood, the trance-like, vain pace made her frightened when she saw it, and decided to take her to calm down.

She waited quietly for a cigarette to finish, knocked on the door and was about to twist the handle, Wan Yanhuan opened the door first, her eyes were still very pink, and it was obvious that she had cried viciously.

Wan Yanhuan touched his face embarrassedly and coughed lightly: "Okay, let's go, today...... Let you see the joke. ”

Yun Huan laughed and walked to the small bar with Wan Yanhuan.

"Out of the way.".

She was very knowledgeable and didn't finish asking about Yan Huan's past.