Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The boy froze there immediately.

Gu Nuo'er didn't notice.

The little guy pouted and turned in the corner for a long time.

Finally held out a broken sword wrapped in red cloth.

"Duan Duan, so you were here, I almost forgot you!"

Gu Nuo'er turned around and found Ye Siming sitting behind him, with a gloomy expression and faint resentment in his eyes.

The little guy blinked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Yesiming felt that she could not tell her.

He raised his eyebrows, raised his chin and asked, "What is that?"

Gu Nuo'er took off the red cloth with a cute smile.

"Clap! Look!"

Ye Siming frowned slightly: "A broken sword?"

Gu Nuoer handed the broken sword to Ye Siming.

The little guy said proudly: "Don't underestimate it. Before, it went to and from the battlefield with my grandfather many times, and witnessed the achievements of my grandfather's supreme merits."

"If it were a human being, I'm afraid it would also be made a general. Brother Siming, look, how is this sword?"

Yesiming stretched out his hand to take it, looking down silently.

The body of the sword was broken very simply, and most of the blade was basically gone.

Yesiming flexed his fingers and flicked the blade.

Only heard the crisp and cold sword chant.

"What a sword." Ye Siming's thin lips moved slightly.

Gu Nuoer sees appreciation in his eyes.

Ye Siming said lightly: "After many years, even if the blade is half damaged, it can still make such a buzzing sound."

Speaking, Ye Siming felt the faint echo of the sword's aura.

The boy suddenly crossed the sword in front of him and pulled a sword flower beautifully.

Gu Nuoer saw the white light swaying, as if reappearing the momentum of the sword back then.

The little guy immediately applauded, a smile on his white face.

"I knew that Brother Siming must be the most suitable owner!"

Ye Siming was startled: "You want to give it to me? But you said it was your grandfather's sword."

Gu Nuoer smiled sweetly: "Yes, but my grandfather is no longer fighting, and there are many sharp swords by his side."

"I like this broken sword very much. I want to find a new owner for it. Brother Siming, you are very suitable."

Ye Siming did not dislike the broken sword.

For him, killing does not require weapons.

And having a sword is nothing more than a more comfortable accessory.

But what Gu Nuoer sent was different.

He touched the blade again with great care.

For a moment, the young man said in a pleasant and authentic voice: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Gu Nuoer smiled even more happily: "Brother Siming, let's name it together."

"What's it called, Duan Duan? Xiao Duan?"

Ye Siming shook his head: "It doesn't sound good."

The little guy held his cheeks, his big eyes watery: "Then what good idea do you have?"

Yesiming pondered for a moment.

He raised his head, stared at Gu Nuoer and said, "I once read an idiom in a book called 'Su Yeranuo'."

"It means that a promise is kept overnight and it will be kept."

"Can you call it Ye Nuo?"

When Ye Siming asked this, he looked at Gu Nuoer very seriously.

There was a hint of hope in his eyes.

Gu Nuo'er widened her eyes and praised her with admiration.

"Brother Siming, you read a lot, it's amazing!"

"Yonuo, the name is so nice, then this sword is called Ye Nuo!"

The little guy poked the blade with his soft little fingers, she giggled.