I saw a door open in the corner of the wall, the door was full of dust, and there were spiders, in the slightest tearing, the sound of squeaking resounded in everyone's ears, everyone walked to the door that opened, and a low threshold was wiped by Song Xiaoxiao with a towel, and the original appearance was revealed in an instant.

"This threshold is actually made of jade! What is this place, was it once rich and rivaled? Song Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be a little surprised, looking at this threshold, there was a starlight in her eyes, and she wanted to take it away directly.

"Girl, this threshold can't be dug up." Dugu Mo smiled helplessly, he knew what Song Xiaoxiao was thinking when he saw Song Xiaoxiao's eyes, and couldn't help but say.

"I'm just looking, then let's go in, maybe there are other treasures." Song Xiaoxiao pouted, got up and walked in.

There was a broken sword on the floor in the room, rusty, which made people not interested when they looked at it, but Song Xiaoxiao directly picked up the broken sword and handed it to Mo Xiaoyang.

"Little lamb, this broken sword has been given to you, and it will be your weapon from now on."

Listening to Song Xiaoxiao's words, looking at Song Xiaoxiao's such generous appearance, the corners of Mo Xiaoyang's mouth twitched, and there was really an indescribable emotion flowing in his heart.

Although Mo Xiaoyang was disgusted in his heart, he still took over the rusty broken sword in Song Xiaoxiao's hand, and his face was a little unnatural.

"Hey, girl, you have good eyes." The elf old man walked over and looked at the broken sword in Mo Xiaoyang's hand, "If you don't look carefully, you won't find that this sword is actually made of thousand-year-old cold iron." I think that back then, the people of our race liked to use the thousand-year-old cold iron to build weapons. ”

The elven old man reveled in his memories, thinking about the past and his home.

"How good is this rusty broken sword?" Mo Xiaoyang seemed to be a little disbelieving, and asked with a frown.

"Of course, this is a sword made of thousand-year-old cold iron, sharpened like clay, although it is said to be rusty and the sword is broken, but it is still a treasure, you will understand it slowly."

Mo Xiaoyang looked at the rusty broken sword in his hand with complicated eyes, and his thoughts were racing.

"Good luck, young man, this girl is good for you." The elf old man looked at Mo Xiaoyang's expression and patted him on the shoulder.

Mo Xiaoyang was in a somewhat obscure mood, he just disliked the little lady in his heart for giving him a useless broken sword, it was still rusty, I don't know that it has been rusty for hundreds of years, such a waste.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, this waste turned into a dusty treasure, and mixed emotions rolled in Mo Xiaoyang's heart.

Mo Xiaoyang settled his mood, held the broken sword in his arms, and then continued to watch in this room, but his eyes would always pass over Song Xiaoxiao's figure intentionally or unintentionally.

At this time, Song Xiaoxiao looked at the futon on the ground, which was a little dirty and old, quietly placed under the desk, full of dust, "Has anyone meditated here?" ”

"There were always people a hundred years ago." Dugu Mo responded.

"But after so many years, this futon has not rotted yet, and it looks like a good material." Although Song Xiaoxiao said this, she didn't have the heart to take away the futon.

No matter how good the material is, it's just a cushion, and Song Xiaoxiao doesn't need it at all.

"Girl, pick up the futon on the ground!" Just as Song Xiaoxiao turned around and walked in other directions, the voice of the little unicorn was eager and happy in his mind.