pampered by him

Chapter 13 The Tang Sword
"I'm saying that your Teacher Zheng is wrong." Wei Ci pointed to an extremely luxurious scepter beside the two of them and said, "This scepter does not represent the benevolence of the Bishop Twelve. The Bishop Twelve is actually a very cruel monarch. In order to change his image, he created this scepter inlaid with eighteen red blood gems. After that, as long as he wants to execute anyone, he will first Pardon a man with a scepter."

"But it is written in the book that King Bishop Twelve is a very benevolent and kind person!" The fat man frowned, not knowing whether to believe his textbook or the beautiful fairy sister in front of him.

Weici patted his head: "What is written in the book is only what most people know, and it is like this portrait of the emperor of the Gui Dynasty. He is much more handsome than in the painting, at least he doesn't have such a greasy beard."

"I also think this beard is ugly." The little fat man seemed to understand, but he listened very seriously, "What about this bowl? Is it really from Song Dynasty?"

The little fat man pulled Wei Ci to discuss. The two were originally at the back of the line, but now they were separated from the line by a large margin.

Wei Ci has no impatience, as long as the little fat man is curious, he will tell him the "truth".

The little fat man listened intently, and boldly grabbed Weici's skirt with his small hands, and a layer of red appeared on his chubby cheeks.

In fact, he noticed it when Sister Fairy entered the museum. He secretly watched it for a long time and didn’t dare to speak to him for fear that Sister Fairy would dislike him. Later, he heard Sister Fairy talking to herself, so he mustered up the courage to speak. Unexpectedly, Sister Fairy was not only beautiful, but also beautiful. The people are also super nice, gentle and patient!

"What about this knife? I know it is the weapon of the man who once ruled the four kingdoms!" The fat man asked enthusiastically, pointing to a Tang knife with a sharp and cold light in the glass case.

Weici's gaze followed, and this look directly saw God.

This knife is completely different from other antique relics. It seems that it has never been buried in the soil for a thousand years. The smooth curve of the blade, the cold light of the blade that has drunk the blood of thousands of people, and the exquisite and complicated patterns are engraved on it. The handle. Both of them show the difference of this knife.

Wei Ci stared at Tang Dao in a daze, her thick, curly eyelashes half-drooped to block the thoughts in her eyes, at this moment, the little fat man only felt that the fairy sister beside him really didn't belong to their world.

"Sister?" The little fat man couldn't help shouting without saying a word.

Weici suddenly recovered from his own thoughts: "You are right, this Tang knife once belonged to a very powerful and terrifying man, he"

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"What are you doing!" Teacher Zheng, who led the team, saw the little fat man standing with a stranger, and immediately rang the alarm, "Lin Xiaopang, come back quickly! Did the teacher say not to talk to strangers?"

Teacher Zheng rushed to Weici aggressively, like a hen protecting its cubs.

Weici was startled by his sudden shout, and instinctively looked towards the source of the sound.

The girl's soft, slightly curly long hair drew a curve in the air, and the skirt around her ankles was like a crabapple flower that bloomed instantly, charming and eye-catching.

Teacher Zheng had already reached the tip of his mouth, and all the words were silent. He stared blankly at the fairy-like girl in front of him, and felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up.

(End of this chapter)