What Han Xiao said was the truth.

In this regard, if the sword spirit is so a scoundrel, it is really nothing to say.

After this period of competition, the sword spirit knew how difficult Han Xiao was.

Whether it is combat effectiveness, tactical layout, and mental strategy, etc., etc., etc., it can be matched with her, a sword weapon spirit who has lived for an unknown number of years.

"What's your name?" it was the first time for the sword spirit to speak to Han Xiao in such a serious tone.

"Hehe, Han Xiao. Han Xiao stopped, the piano stopped, and the singing stopped. Han Xiao also showed a rare serious expression.

"I'm asking your name, what are you smiling at, do you think you're handsome when you smile?"

"Hehe, it's just more handsome than you. "Han Xiao said the truth, as for what she heard, that was her business.

"Listen, I'm asking for your name, do you really think I can't help you?"

"I said, my name is Han Xiao. In fact, you can't help me, at most it's just a fish dead and the net is broken, your sword body is too badly damaged, don't think I don't know. ”

"Huh?"

"I'm a master of refining. ”

"Hmph, then tell me, what refining master can refine the creation artifact, can you?"

"It's my business whether it works or not, it's my business whether I know it or not, and whether I believe it or not, that's your own business. If you ask for a name, my name is really Han Xiao. ”

"So are we going to keep consuming?"

"I asked you, I expressed my sincerity, it's because you're too confident and too proud, can't you go back and blame me now?" Han Xiao smiled faintly.

"Phew, I'm not asking you right now?"

"That's because you can't help me, so you asked. ”

"I'm sorry, I can't help you, can you just get me?"

"You're wrong, I'm giving you a chance, not really can't help you. As Han Xiao spoke, he played his magic weapon guqin again.

The song began again......

It's yet another silent disdain, and a naked contempt......

Your mood is always flying,

I want to chase everything,

I want to grab a little comfort.

You always like to wander through the crowd,

You are most afraid of the taste of loneliness.

Your heart is so brittle,

When you touch it, it will break,

Can't stand a little wind.

You always have to be accompanied by many people,

You are most afraid of getting dark every day.

But it's always dark,

Man will always part,

No one can always accompany anyone.

And the taste of loneliness,

Everyone has to face it,

It's not just you, I'm going to feel tired.

Who do you think of when you're lonely,

Do you want to find someone to accompany you,

Your joys and sorrows are only known to me,

Let me walk with you one more time.

Your mood is always flying,

Everything has to be chased,

I want to grab a little comfort.

You always like to wander through the crowd,

You are most afraid of the taste of loneliness.

Your heart is so brittle,

When you touch it, it will break,

Can't stand a little wind,

You always have to be accompanied by many people,

You are most afraid of getting dark every day.

But it's always dark,

Man will always part,

No one can always accompany anyone.

And the taste of loneliness,

Everyone has to face it,

It's not just you, I'm going to feel tired.

Who do you think of when you're lonely,

Do you want to find someone to accompany you,

Your joys and sorrows,

Only I can receive,

Let me walk with you one more time.

Who do you think of when you're lonely,

Do you want to find someone to accompany you,

Your joys and sorrows,

Only I can receive,

Let me walk with you one more time......

Your joys and sorrows,

Only I can receive,

Let me walk with you one more time......