My little mom is the richest man

"Oh! That's right!" Jingjun Riyue said so, and Mu Qiu realized that she had been holding this sword for so long, but she didn't even have the idea of ​​pulling it out. Let's take a look at the true face of this sword!" After that, he held the hilt in one hand and the scabbard in the other and began to draw the sword forcefully.

After a while (about fifteen minutes or so).

"No way, I surrendered, I really can't pull it out." Mu Qiu said breathlessly.

"Hehe! Mu Qiu, don't play anymore, I know you want to make me happy, I am already very happy now, draw the sword out soon!"

"Who teased you? I can't pull it out!"

"How come? Did the father give me a fake sword to decorate? Wouldn't it be so boring? Ha ha! You must be lying to me, right?"

"It's true, if you don't believe me, try it. Humph!"

"Try it! Don't you just draw a sword? Can you draw a flower?"

"Wow!" "Why!", the sword appeared, and a dazzling purple light flashed inside the carriage.

"Wow! It's beautiful! It really is a sword, there really is a flower! But how come you look so familiar?" The sword is crystal-clear, and there is also the ethereal but charming and charming inside the sword. People don’t know what their name is—flowers.By the way, the appearance of this flower resembles the birthmark on his left chest, and...this seems to be the sword Jun Riyue saw in his dream the day before leaving the palace.

"How come? It's so simple to pull it out!" Mu Qiu was shocked. Just now, he was exhausted. After using several methods, he couldn't pull it out. Unexpectedly, Jun Riyue would pull this sword easily. It's coming out, it's really a good sword!

"Drawing a sword is very simple! But how come this sword is made of glass? Will it break when it is cut?" Jun Riyue asked curiously.

"What's the problem? Try it and you'll know!" As soon as the voice fell, Mu Qiu took the sword from Jun Riyue's hand, raised the knife and slashed it against the wooden table in the car.

"Keng!"-The table did not move, nor did the sword move.

"Keng!"-the table and the sword are still motionless.

"Keng!"——"Keng!"——"Keng!"——"Keng!"——"Keng!"——"Keng!"

Angrily, Mu Qiu picked up the sword and slashed it, only to see that the sword was intact wherever it went.

"Haha! It seems that this is a handicraft for pure appreciation, but it shouldn't be made of glass, otherwise it would be broken early." Jun Riyue said grimly.

"Probably it is. Although it can't hurt people, it still hurts to beat people...Ah!" Mu Qiu saw Jun Riyue's disappointed expression, and wanted to say something to comfort him, but at this time the carriage was only one of them. The horse bounced around like crazy, rushed forward crookedly, and soon got off the rein, and the carriage swayed forward for a long time before it fell to one side.

The two climbed out of the carriage in embarrassment, only to see that the driver who was driving the car had long been gone, and the car full of jewelry was scattered all over the floor, shining brightly under the sunlight.

"Oh! It looks like I was lucky today. I hunted a fat sheep!" As soon as the rough and savage voice came out, seven or eight big men with weapons ran out all around, all of them were Kong Wu powerful, dressed in plain and monotonous clothes.

"Tsk tusk! Take a look, a little yellow-haired girl and a wet-smelly hairy boy took a shining fake sword, what's the matter, let's play with the house again! Hahaha! Looks like the news is right, God is destined. I'm going to make a fortune today! Hahahaha!"