"That's what it is."

"Okay. That's settled then."

"Isn't it already decided before?"

…

Zuo Xiaoduo and Zuo Xiaonian didn't know that their parents had completely blocked their desire to travel together, and they were currently discussing weapons.

Zuo Xiaonian found a lot of pictures and spread them one by one on Zuo Xiaoduo's bed. They were full of long swords of various styles.

"Look, look. Which one looks better?"

"In my opinion, they are all very ordinary."

Zuo Xiaoduo first took away some pictures of broad swords: "These ones, and this one, and this one... are all men's long swords; they are not suitable for you at all. And this one, this one... their temperament and image are not suitable for you either.

you……"

After such auditions, only the last three are left.

"These three are just enough to catch the eye," Zuo Xiaoduo said.

Zuo Xiaonian's eyes shone: "I also like these three swords; but I still feel there are some shortcomings."

Zuo Xiaoduo touched his chin and said, "What's missing? I'm missing... a temperament that suits you. I don't have that innate, ethereal feeling that's not like the world, and I don't have that cold, pure and pure taste."

"

Zuo Xiaonian nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I think so too."

Zuo Xiaonian's beautiful eyes were shining. How could she have such a feeling? It was only after Zuo Xiaoduo said it that she realized, hey, what Gouda said makes so much sense!

"Generally, there are three-foot swords and three-foot-three swords, but if you want to use them, don't use them that long. I feel that two-foot-seven swords are enough."

Zuo Xiaoduo gestured with the length.

Zuo Xiaonian took out his dagger and compared it: "Two feet seven, which is one foot two longer than the current one...it's okay, okay."
Chapter completed!