Qin Shaojie thinks it’s like a person rummaging through the closet to find out the family treasure, but in the end he finds that the so-called family treasure is the bamboo pillow he rests on every summer.

Dou Re-mei said that her family had a house in Beijing, and no one thought that the medieval artifact was actually in her old house and it was such a rusty iron sword.
A handful of scrap iron can’t sell for a few dollars. Who can think that this is Xuanyuanjian?
"So you have no other purpose? Do you want to come back and see? " Qin Shaojie asked doubtfully.
"Of course not," said Dou Ruomei.
"Then why did you suddenly appear here?"
"Looking for you," said Dou Ruomei. "Actually, I came early, but when I heard you mention my name, I hid and listened."
"Eavesdropping is immoral," Qin Shaojie said with a serious face.
"I didn’t eavesdrop. You said it was too loud."
"… well, what are you doing here? Why didn’t Angie answer? " Qin Shaojie asked
"Of course, I didn’t come to you because of it." Said Dou Re-mei and waved the shuriken.
"I want to find you to study it," said Dou Ruomei. "This sword doesn’t look so good, but I can feel that it contains a force. I don’t know that it is Xuanyuan sword."
"Then … give me this sword if you don’t want it," Qin Shaojie said cheekily.
"oh? Giggle, do you want this sword? "
"Want" Qin Shaojie nodded very sincerely.
Who doesn’t want it? It looks bad, but it’s an ancient artifact, isn’t it?
"Yeah, I didn’t give it to you," said Dou Re-mei, who actually threw the rusty iron sword over.
Chapter 42 There is no free lunch
If you want, I’ll give it to you. The ambiguity is too great. I didn’t know that Dou Ruomei was still confessing, and this confession is still so Guoguo Hong without any modification.
Don’t say that even Qin Shaojie can’t help thinking about it.
I don’t accept it. I’m a lot older. I don’t have that much taste. If I love my brother and sister, I’ll make do. These are all ancestors … Uh, no
Qin Shaojie really can’t find a word to describe the relationship between a 20-year-old handsome boy and a few hundred-year-old beautiful woman.
Qin Shaojie was just imagining things in his head, and soon he came to his senses and looked at the rusty iron sword in his hand and asked, "Is this … for me?"
He can’t understand that this sword is a little ugly, but he really feels the familiar smell as if it belonged to him thousands of years ago.
Anyway, it’s a Xuanyuan sword, an artifact, something that practitioners want to get when they break their heads, and she just gave it to me?
Don’t say Qin Shaojie can’t think white, even the pavilion can’t think white.
Who is Luo Cha Ghost Ji? She has also learned from Yuyang that she won the Xuanyuan Sword instead of keeping it herself. What is this? Do good deeds?
"Isn’t it already in your hand?" Dou Re-mei laughed. "But I want you to do something for me."
Grandma, the ancients did not deceive me. They all said that there is no free lunch, so I knew that this woman would not give Qin Shaojie a burst of depression for nothing.
Qin Shaojie really wants to tell her to fart, but she is worried that the other party will beat herself up if she gets angry again, which will not be worth the candle.
Hum, wait until you see Angela with her ass knife Qin Shaojie smugly thought.
"Go ahead," Qin Shaojie said. "But I’m the first to violate chivalrous morality in advance, and I won’t do the second evil, and I won’t do it."
"Poof bursts" Dou Ruomei was amused by Qin Shaojie’s words. "Have you watched too much? Are you jealous? "
"Don’t worry, even if you are Zhang Ji, I won’t let you help me thrush."
Don’t want to help you thrush Qin Shaojie muttered in his heart.
"What can I do for you?" Qin Shaojie regrets that this sword is not as good as it is. Anyway, in her hand, others can’t grab it. She has to help her with her work, and she feels like a thief.
"It’s very simple. I want you to …" Douremei deliberately pulled the sound up.
"No" Qin Shaojie shook his head like a drum, and said firmly, "A gentleman can kill me, but he can’t insult me."
"Bah," said Dou Re-mei. "Who wants you to be chaste? I haven’t finished yet."