"Isn't that all over?" Ling Xiao spread his hands and said calmly, "It is indeed a good sword. The Demon Lord is powerful, not because of it, but because of itself, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is just the icing on the cake.

Even if your Qin family gets it, it will not be much stronger. In the end, it will become the target of public criticism and end up like the Magic Tower and Zhengqi Hall." His voice was low and sincere, and every word seemed to be typing Qin Xianglan's heart.

Ling Xiao paused, his eyes fell on Qin Xianglan again, and he said seriously: "Of course, you really want it, I can give it to you now!" After saying that, he gently moved his hand, and saw a black light flying out of the magic needle space instantly.

The light was like a black lightning, shaking through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

The moment the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword appeared, a rich demonic aura rushed towards him, as if it could swallow everything around him. On the sword body, runes flashed, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura, as if telling its former glory and glory.

When the sword came into Qin Xianglan's eyes, she seemed to be hit by an invisible force, her body trembled suddenly, and she subconsciously took three steps back one after another. In that look, the look of horror surged like a surging tide, as if the sword carried some kind of terrifying magic.

"Why don't you take it? I'll give it to you!" Ling Xiao had a relaxed smile on his face, and his tone seemed to be talking about a very ordinary little thing, and his voice slowly floated in this slightly quiet space.

"Aren't you afraid that I will return it to you if I really take it?" Qin Xianglan frowned tightly, like two tangled silk threads, her eyes full of confusion and scrutiny, staring straight at Ling Xiao, with a hint of temptation in her words.

Ling Xiao put away the smile on his face, his expression became extremely serious, his eyes firmly looked at Qin Xianglan, and said solemnly: "Don't be afraid, because I believe Miss Qin won't do that!" The eyes were like a deep lake, clear and clear, without any impurities, full of trust.

Qin Xianglan faced Ling Xiao's gaze and looked directly at him without retreating. The two of them met in the air, as if they had collided with invisible sparks.

After a while, Qin Xianglan slowly shook her head, and her hair swayed gently with her movements. There was a hint of helplessness and worry in her voice: "But I am afraid, I am afraid that if I get this sword, I will be controlled by it like rushing blood."

When she spoke of the word "control", her tone increased slightly, and the worries on her face became stronger and stronger.

When Ling Xiao heard this, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. The sigh seemed to have endless emotion. He shook his head slightly, with a wounded expression on his face, and said, "Who does Miss Qin treat me like? I am a good person and a person with good character!" While saying that, he gently patted his chest with his hands, trying to prove that what he said was true.

Qin Xianglan's lips raised slightly, and she sneered, with a hint of mocking in her smile: "If you are a good person, good people in this world will be flooded!" Her voice was crisp, but it stabbed straight towards Ling Xiao like a sharp blade.

Ling Xiao touched his nose, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, as if he had been hit by Qin Xianglan's words.

He sighed again, the voice was dragged long and helpless, muttering: "I treat the moon with sincerity, but the moon shines on the ditch. Miss Qin, I am so sad!" While saying that, he pretended to cover his chest with his hands, and the expression on his face was very exaggerated.

Qin Xianglan put away her previous laughter and jokes, her expression became extremely serious, and her eyes revealed a sense of perseverance.

She took a step forward, approached Ling Xiao, and said seriously: "Brother Ling, you are a smart person, I don't want to beat you around the bush! My Qin family will not give up on your sword, and not only my Qin family, but also many unknown forces are trying to attack you as a treasure. This treasure is a disaster for you, do you know?"

When she said the word "scoundrel", a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, as if she was really worried about Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao nodded gently, his movements were not too slow, and his eyes were clear, and he said, "I know! So I want to give it to you, the key is that you don't want it either! Are you doing this? Isn't Ye Gong good dragon?" After that, he spread his hands and showed an innocent expression on his face.

Qin Xianglan's face changed instantly. Her originally fair face seemed to be covered by a layer of shadow, with a little blue gray. She bit her lower lip tightly, and a trace of struggle and hesitation flashed in her eyes. Then she took a deep breath and slowly sat back.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands were squeezing each other unconsciously, her eyes locked on Ling Xiao, and said, "Can you tell me why you don't just give up this sword. Even if you don't give it to others, you can throw it away, as if it's a lot of trouble? I think there should be a reason here, right?"

The words were filled with a hint of exploring, as if they were eager to dig out the hidden secret from Lingxiao's mouth.

When Ling Xiao heard this, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, showing a faint smile that seemed to be there and there was a bit of mystery in his smile.

He raised his hand slowly, gently fiddled with a strand of hair hanging from his forehead, and said, "Because it fell in love with me!" His voice was relaxed, as if he was telling the most ordinary joke, but a trace of undetectable solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Qin Xianglan's originally slightly frowning brows instantly turned even more twisted. She was about to open her mouth to scold her, but her voice stopped abruptly in her throat.

Her eyes suddenly sterned, as if she had suddenly touched something cold, and the temperature around her seemed to have dropped a little. She suddenly noticed the deep chill behind this seemingly joke, which was like a beast lurking in the darkness, making people shudder.

"Did it determine you?" Qin Xianglan's voice unconsciously lowered, with a hint of trembling, her eyes full of shock and disbelief. She stared at Ling Xiao tightly, as if she wanted to find a confirmation of the answer from his face.

Ling Xiao nodded seriously, his movements were calm and firm: "Yes, I can't even get rid of this thing now, otherwise, you think I'm willing to bear such a big trouble. Of course, it can improve my combat power, but it will bring more trouble. It's really not very practical."

Speaking of this, he sighed slightly, his sigh full of helplessness and fatigue, as if the burden brought by this sword had already overwhelmed him.

"So, if you want to get this sword, you must kill you first?" His Royal Highness, who had been sitting quietly beside him, suddenly opened his mouth at this time. He raised his head slightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, shot straight towards Lingxiao, his voice was low and powerful, echoing in this slightly quiet space, as if it was a sense of oppression. (End of this chapter)
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