The little guy stuck his butt and flipped around the corner for a long time.
Finally, I took out a broken sword wrapped in red cloth.
"Quanduan, it turns out that you are here and I almost forgot about you!"
Gu Nuoer turned around and found Ye Siming sitting behind him, his face gloomy and his eyes were faint and resentful.
The little guy blinked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Ye Siming felt that he couldn't tell her clearly.
He simply raised his eyebrows, raised his jaw and asked, "What is that?"
Gu Nuoer smiled cutely and took off the red cloth.
"Ha! 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 out to the battlefield with my grandfather many times and witnessed the achievements of my grandfather's supreme merits."
"If it was a human, I'm afraid it would be a general. Brother Si Ming, look, how about this sword?"
Ye Siming reached out to take it, looked at it quietly with his eyes down.
The sword body was broken very simply, and basically half of the sword edge was gone.
But the blood stains on it are mottled, and it is not difficult to see what kind of magic weapon was on the battlefield back then.
Ye Siming bent his fingers and bounced the sword.
Only bursts of crisp and cold sword roars could be heard.
"What a sword." Ye Siming's thin lips moved slightly.
Gu Nuoer saw praise in his eyes.
Ye Siming said lightly: "After many years, even if the sword body is half damaged, it can still make such a buzzing sound."
As he said that, Ye Siming felt the weak aura of the sword echoing.
The young man suddenly stepped forward and beautifully tied a sword flower.
Gu Nuoer saw the white light rustling, as if the momentum of the sword had been reappeared.
The little guy immediately applauded, and his white and tender face was filled with smiles.
"I knew that Brother Si Ming must be the most suitable owner!"
Ye Siming was stunned: "You want to give it to me? But you said it was your grandfather's sword."
Gu Nuoer smiled sweetly: "Yes, but my grandfather no longer fights. There are many sharp swords around him."
"I like this broken sword very much. I want to find a new owner for it, Brother Si Ming, you are very suitable."
Ye Siming did not dislike the sword being broken.
For him, killing people does not require weapons.
And having a sword is nothing more than an extra ornament that is more suitable for hands.
But Gu Nuoer gave different things.
He touched the sword again with great care.
After a moment, the boy said in a beautiful voice: "Thank you, I like it very much."
Gu Nuoer immediately smiled even happier: "Brother Si Ming, let's name it together."
"What's the name? Duanduo? Little Duan?"
Ye Siming shook his head: "It sounds not good."
The little guy held his chin with big eyes and watery eyes: "Then what are your good ideas?"
Ye Siming pondered for a moment.
He raised his head and stared at Gu Nuoer and said, "I once read an idiom in the book called 'Su Yerannuo'."
"It means that the promise will remain overnight and will be kept to fulfill it."
"Can you call it Ye Nuo?"
When Ye Siming asked this, he looked at Gu Nuoer very seriously.
A hint of hope flashed in his eyes.
Gu Nuoer opened her water eyes widened and praised her in admiration.
"Brother Si Ming, you read a lot, you are so awesome!"
"Ye Nuo, this name sounds really good, then this sword is called Ye Nuo!"
The little guy poked the sword with his soft and tender little fingers, and she laughed.
I didn't notice at all that the chuckling chuckled on the face of the boy next to me that was enough to amazed the world.