The little guy stuck his butt out and rolled over in the corner for a long time.
Finally he held out a broken sword wrapped in red cloth.
"Duan Duan, it turns out you are here, I almost forgot about you!"
Gu Nuoer turned around and found Ye Siming sitting behind him, with a gloomy face and a hint of resentment in his eyes.
The little guy blinked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Ye Siming felt that he couldn't explain it to her.
He simply raised his eyebrows, raised his chin and asked, "What is that?"
Gu Nuoer smiled cutely and took off the red cloth.
"Click! 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. It has been on the battlefield with my grandfather many times before, and has witnessed my grandfather's supreme achievements."
"If it were a human, I'm afraid it would be made a general. Brother Siming, take a look, what does this sword look like?"
Ye Siming reached out and took it, looking down at it quietly.
The blade of the sword was broken very cleanly, and basically half of the blade was gone.
But the blood stains on it make it easy to see what kind of magic weapon it was on the battlefield.
Ye Siming bent his fingers and flicked the sword.
Only the crisp and cold sword chants could be heard.
"What a sword." Ye Siming's thin lips moved slightly.
Gu Nuoer saw appreciation in his eyes.
Ye Siming said calmly: "After so many years, even if the sword is half damaged, it can still make such a buzzing noise."
As he spoke, Ye Siming felt the weak aura echoing from the sword.
The young man suddenly held his sword in front of him and beautifully held a sword flower.
Gu Nuoer saw only the white light rustling, as if the aura of the sword had been reproduced.
The little guy immediately clapped his hands, with a smile on his white and tender face.
"I knew that Brother Siming must be the most suitable owner for it!"
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 grandpa no longer fights. He still has many sharp swords around him."
"I like this broken sword very much. I want to find a new owner for it. Brother Siming, you are a perfect fit."
Ye Siming didn't mind that the sword was broken.
For him, killing doesn't require weapons.
And having a sword is nothing more than a more suitable accessory.
But what Gu Nuoer sent was different.
He touched the sword blade again with great care.
After a moment, the young man said in a sweet voice: "Thank you, I like it very much."
Gu Nuoer immediately smiled even more happily: "Brother Siming, let's give it a name together."
"What should I call it, Duan Duan? Xiao Duan?"
Ye Siming shook his head: "It doesn't sound good."
The little guy held his chin up and said with big, watery eyes: "Then what good idea do you have?"
Ye Siming pondered for a moment.
He raised his head, stared at Gu Nuo'er and said, "I once read an idiom in a book called 'Su Ye Ran Nuo'."
"It means that if a promise is kept overnight, it will be kept and fulfilled."
"Can I call it Ye Nuo?"
When Ye Siming asked this question, he looked at Gu Nuoer extremely seriously.
There was a faint glimmer of expectation in his eyes.
Gu Nuoer opened her watery eyes and praised with admiration.
"Brother Siming, you study a lot, you are so awesome!"
"Ye Nuo, this name is so nice, then this sword will be called Ye Nuo!"
The little guy poked the blade of the sword with his soft little fingers, and she giggled.
He didn't notice at all the tender smile on the young man's face that would amaze the world.