Luo Luo said with a gloomy face: "You don't have to do anything, this matter is left to me to deal with, you go and prepare something for me." ”

"What weapons do you need, please? I'll get ready right away! ”

"Who said I wanted a weapon!" Luo Luo glared at the horse-faced man, "Prepare me a few beautiful dresses, as well as decent jewelry, designer perfumes and bags." ”

The horse-faced man was stunned for a moment, unable to believe his ears.

Luo Luo, 32 years old, is the chief of the Qingzhou Regional Security Defense Center.

She kills enough people every year to form a football team.

The torture instrument she invented, the squires of the criminal department of all dynasties came, and they had to kneel down and call their ancestors.

Luo Luo's biggest feature is that she is sloppy and holding a broken doll, and the doll is equipped with a butterfly knife, which is her weapon.

Dresses like this can paralyze the enemy.

Between the hands of the knife and the fall, the enemy did not realize why a little girl who looked fourteen or fifteen years old would kill someone, and her head had already hit the ground.

Now in her Chinese New Year's Eve, she has to dress up for the first time.

Could it be that this female devil is pregnant?

Luo Luo seemed to see through his thoughts, and said with a gloomy expression: "Do you want to die again!?" ”

The horse-faced man shrunk his neck in fright, and said in horror: "I'm sorry, I'll go and prepare now!" "I just ran away......

At this time, the sports car of Oriental Margin was parked in front of a seven-story tower on the outskirts of the city.

The tower is tall and thick, and the blue plaque in the center reads the word "Sword Pavilion" in gold letters.

The Sword Pavilion has a total of ninety-nine steps from the ground, and the Oriental Edge introduces while walking up, "The Sword Pavilion is the earliest sword cultivation sect in Qingzhou, and it is also the descendant of the sword casting master Mo Ye. ”

"Later, sword cultivation declined, but sword casting gradually deepened."

Chen Rulong asked: "The cadre Mo Ye is a famous swordsman in history, how can their descendants practice swordsmanship, how can it decline?" ”

Dongfang Yuan: "It was their descendants who chose to give up sword cultivation by themselves." Now that the turmoil is over and the times are peaceful, they find it useless to practice swords, but they can make a fortune by casting swords and selling swords. ”

"As a result, the Sword Pavilion is becoming more and more famous, but their swordsmanship is very lonely."

The two walked into the Sword Pavilion side by side, the vermilion door slowly opened, and a tall woman in black trousers and white shirt stepped forward.

"Welcome, sir, please choose at will, we have long swords, short swords, soft swords, and coffee and cola fruit tea are available for free."

Chen Rulong stared at the smiling woman, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you really the descendants of Mo Xie?" ”

"Yes, sir. If you are interested, we also have a special drama performed in the square every weekend, there is a section of the martyrdom of the cadre, and there is also a section of the sacrifice to the Cambridge, which is performed in turn. ”

Chen Rulong couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "It is worthy of being a famous and decent family, this professional ethics and service spirit are simply not to be said." ”

Entering the hall, Dongfang Yuan didn't squint, and said in an indifferent tone: "Don't fool people with those handicrafts and garbage, show me the top sword!" ”

In the face of others, Dongfang Yuan's innate nobility and superiority can be displayed.

The woman said respectfully: "Our best swords are on the sixth floor, and they are all sold for more than a million, do you want to go and see them?" ”

"Lead the way."

Take the elevator to the sixth floor, there are wooden boxes on the shelves of the room, and the simple and atmospheric long sword lies quietly in the box.

The woman picked up a long sword that shimmered with cold light, "This sword is called Falling Frost." A sword slashes down the wound and frosts, which is made of Tianshan cold iron, and can be used as a cold drink when not in use. ”

"Next to it, it's a fire. The temperature of the sword body is as high as 1,000 degrees, and the material comes from underground magma, so be careful not to touch the blade when using it, and be careful not to burn your hands. ”

"The two swords are three million each, if you buy them together, you can get eight or eight percent off, and if you are a member, six or nine percent off, please ask ......"

Without waiting for Chen Rulong to speak, Dongfang Yuan was obviously dissatisfied with these swords.

"Take out your family's best sword, my brother is going to challenge Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the first person in kendo today, will you let him take this garbage?"

The woman opened a heavy wooden box and laboriously pulled out a large and bulky sword from it.

"This sword was built by my ancestors three hundred years ago, it is extremely hard, and it can break through ten thousand laws with one force......"

didn't wait for the woman to finish speaking, Dongfang Yuan was still dissatisfied, "Is there anything better?" ”

"The only better thing is to go to the seventh floor."

The woman's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she said with some vigilance and reluctance in her tone: "The swords on the seventh floor are all spirit swords refined by the heads of our family for all generations. ”

Dongfang Yuan was impatient, "Then what are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and take us up." ”

The woman's expression was solemn: "When you go up to the seventh floor, it's not the sword that chooses people, but the sword who chooses people." ”

"Those swords are intelligent and thinking. There are murderous natures, there are ferocious and extraordinary, in short, they have different personalities like people. ”

"If you choose, you can't control the sword, and you may even go mad, kill like crazy, or die by cutting yourself."

"According to the group training, if we can successfully claim our sword on the seventh floor, we will not take a penny."

"But if after going up, there is no sword willing to admit the master, you have to charge a million ticket money."

Chen Rulong couldn't help but complain, "If you can't get anything when you go up, you will collect one million, you guys are too dark!" ”

"Who knows what the spirit sword is, did you make it up to bluff people out of money?"

Dongfang Yuan tugged at the corner of Chen Rulong's clothes, and said with a serious face: "Brother, the legend of the Sword Pavilion is true, they won't deceive people with thousands of years of signboards." ”

"But...... The sword on the seventh floor, if it is really as dangerous as the legend, we might as well spend more money and buy a good one downstairs. ”

The words of the woman and Dongfang Yuan successfully aroused Chen Rulong's curiosity.

"I'd really like to go up and see what a spiritual sword looks like."

The woman regained her professional smile again, "Sir, please pay a million deposit, and I will take you upstairs." ”