"Senior, did you recognize the wrong person?" Zhuohua helplessly twitched the corners of his mouth, and his voice was as clear as spring water.

The smile slowly spread, as warm as a camphor tree in the sun. A trace of fluctuation flashed in the sword god's heart, and his eyes quietly turned red.

"No wonder Brother Ayang asked me to leave a trace of my soul here, it turned out that I was waiting for you."

There was a hint of grievance in his voice, as if it was a loneliness that had been waiting for thousands of years. The search that I had been looking forward to day and night suddenly took on meaning.

He had stayed for too long, so long that it was about to dissipate. It is false to find an inheritor, but it is true to find someone who will continue to fulfill this mission. Thankfully, he finally waited for her when he was about to disappear. In this way, when his soul returned to its place, it could be regarded as an explanation for himself and Ah Nian.

"Chaoyang!"

Zhuo Hua was stunned, not knowing who he was shouting.

Soon she knew, though.

As soon as the sword god finished shouting, a long sword broke through the air, it glowed with dazzling silver light, with a fierce momentum, and let out a loud scream, the sound seemed to be happy and as if it was sobbing.

Zhuohua's heart trembled, and a sour feeling that was difficult to express in words spread from the bottom of his heart, flooding with layers of ripples.

The sword god has settled down in his heart, and the only person who can make Chaoyang have such an emotion is Brother Ayang except for Sister Taohua.

Chaoyang stood firmly in front of Zhuohua, Zhuohua moved one step, it followed one step later, and followed her stubbornly.

"This ......" Zhuohua twisted his eyebrows and looked at him a little helplessly.

"Well, the main reason I'm here is just to get this done. Now, it can be regarded as the return of the goods to their original owners. ”

"But...... I already have a twilight return......" Zhuohua looked at the twilight return in his hand with some confusion, after all, this sword has been with him for so long, if he doesn't use it, he is quite reluctant.

The morning sun, the twilight returns, but it is still very worthy?

However, before she could get tangled, there were already "people" who helped her make a choice.

The morning sun suddenly burst out and slashed at Twilight. Before Zhuohua could react, the twilight in his hand had already been split in half by the waist.

Looking at the constantly swaying morning sun, the temples of the scorching Hua were beating suddenly. 'Loser! That's what she bought with a spirit stone! ’

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Chaoyang has a sword spirit. Your sword is so low-grade that you hesitate between them, so Chaoyang is not happy. ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Hua's heart was speechless for a while, is even the sword spirit's temper so big now?

"Sss She suddenly gasped, and just now Chaoyang took advantage of her inattention and cut a hole in her fingertips. Blood dripped on the sword, slowly seeping into it, and there was a bewitching beauty. Until all the blood stains were engulfed, the sword god suddenly flashed a red light, and then disappeared again.

"Peach!"

A magnetic voice suddenly came to her mind.

It's the name again. Zhuohua frowned.

"Looks like you can hear your sword spirit." The sword god said firmly.

"Since you said I was Taohua, why did I become Zhuohua again?" Zhuo Hua stared at the sword god with blazing eyes, and a trace of panic flashed in his heart for some reason.

"I don't know." The sword god shook his head. "You have too many secrets, and you suddenly disappeared back then, so I don't know a lot of things."

Zhuohua sighed in disappointment. She felt like a thick mist was surrounding her, trapping her inside.

"You know what?" Zhuo Hua asked his sword spirit with a glimmer of hope.