Rushing to the door in a hurry, Liu Mou saw a blood-orange longsword lying quietly on the ground and he was at a complete loss for words, thinking to himself, "Damn, did you skip your meal or what? Can't even pick up a sword."
The more he thought about it, the more inexplicably furious he became. A man standing seven feet tall who can't even lift a sword, how weak has he become, "You Xue, come out here!"
"Eh, coming." You Xue responded with a confused look on his face as he staggered out.
Pointing at the longsword on the ground, Liu Mou said indifferently, "Are you being lazy or really that weak? Can't even place a longsword properly for me?"
Seeing this, You Xue had the expression of someone relishing the drama, and he pleaded bitterly, "Big brother, it's really not that I didn't place it properly for you, it's just that this sword is way too heavy."
