The end of the world has nothing to do with me

Chapter 84 Ling Huohuo, who was bullied by Xiao Yunyun, had to "bear the burden"

Ling Huohuo and Xiao Yunyun packed up the magic materials, and then stood in front of the sword that fell from the sky.

"What's the matter with this sword?" Xiao Yunyun asked.

"I don't know, but it looks very ordinary." Ling Huohuo shook his head.

"Then pull it up and have a look."

"Be careful, I feel that this sword is not simple, it may be very heavy."

"It's okay, look at me." Xiao Yunyun cast a giant spell on himself, stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the sword, and tried hard...but didn't pull it out.

Xiao Yunyun smiled awkwardly, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and exerted force again... still could not pull it out.

Xiao Yunyun clenched his teeth, tried several times, but still couldn't pull them out, but his little face was flushed red.

Xiao Yunyun stood up and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

"Sure enough, a weak woman like me can't fight against the serious illness, and once I get sick, I won't have any strength at all." Xiao Yunyun pretended to cough twice again.

"..."

Ling Huohuo looked at Xiao Yunyun speechlessly, I didn't mean to mock you, and you don't have to pretend either!
"Come and try, you men are better at this kind of hard work." Xiao Yunyun patted Ling Huohuo's back vigorously.

puff~
Ling Huohuo's throat sweetened, and he staggered when he was photographed.

"Why are you so reluctant to shoot?"

"Bastard! You haven't lifted the giant curse yet!"

"Hey~"

"Don't be cute!"

Ling Huohuo took a deep breath, walked to the front of the sword hilt, stretched out his hand to hold it, and gave it lightly...the sword was pulled out.

This is a simple-looking sword, with a silver blade, a cyan hilt, and a blue tassel. Apart from the circular pattern on the hilt to increase friction, this sword has no other decorations. .

Ling Huohuo waved it casually twice.

"It's not very heavy, is it?"

Xiao Yunyun suddenly patted Ling Huohuo on the shoulder.

"What?"

"Come on, insert it back." Xiao Yunyun pointed to the position where the sword was inserted just now.

"Why?" Ling Huohuo was a little puzzled.

"Don't worry about it, plug it back, plug it back..." Xiao Yunyun kept patting Ling Huohuo's back for the first time.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Avoiding Xiao Yunyun's hand, Ling Huohuo inserted the sword back.

Then Xiao Yunyun grasped the hilt of the sword again, and waited for Xiao Yunyun to exert all his strength again, even though his face was flushed red, he did not draw out the sword.

"You try again." Xiao Yunyun retreated to the side, panting slightly, motioning for Ling Huohuo to come forward again.

Then, without accident, Ling Huohuo drew his sword again.

"Why is this? Could it be that this sword has a problem with me?" Xiao Yunyun looked at Ling Huohuo who was showing off at the side, feeling a little puzzled.

"This sword should only be drawn by certain people." Walliver said suddenly.

"Specific person?"

"That's right, it should be because the master has characteristics that others don't have, so he can pull out this sword."

"Wait..." Ling Huohuo suddenly interrupted the two of them, "I remember the last sword with this setting was..."

Ling Huohuo and Xiao Yunyun looked at each other.

"Sword of Promised Victory!!!"

"Could it be that Ling Huohuo is going to be the king of Great Britain?" Xiao Yunyun was shocked.

And Ling Huohuo looked at the sword in his hand, suddenly passed the sword over his head, and swung it forward violently.

“Ex curry sticks!”

However nothing happened.

"That..." Hua Lifu's face was dark, "Actually, the sword in the stone is a western sword, and the sword in your hand is obviously an oriental sword."

"Haha, let me just say, how could Ling Huohuo be the king of Great Britain? Great Britain has long been the United Kingdom." Xiao Yunyun smiled awkwardly.

"Haha, me too. In fact, I'm just trying to see what's so special about this sword." Ling Huohuo put his waist on his waist and smiled awkwardly.

Walliver has a black hair, always feel that these two people are together, their IQ and integrity have been declining, is there any chemical reaction?
"Master, the most important thing for you now is to get out of here, and then use magic materials to make some equipment. By the way, find out what is going on with this sword. This sword cannot fall here for no reason." Walliver reminded Dao, these years it has taken the initiative to remind others that it is preparing to cheat others, and this is the first time it has reminded others in good faith.

A sword can fall here for no reason. It is okay to say that it was discarded unintentionally by others. If it is intentional, or a battle is taking place above, it will be difficult to deal with the dropped weapon.

"Ah! Yes, let's go quickly." Ling Huohuo nodded and said.

"That's right." Xiao Yunyun carried the package on his back.

"Xiao Yunyun, do you need me to help you? Don't you have no strength?"

"No! You don't understand the mood of a girl picking up a courier! This can bring me infinite power!"

Since the two of them were carrying weapons and large packages, it was impossible for them to take a taxi or walk on the road openly. In the end, they could only transform into magical girls and fly back to Ling Huohuo's sword hiding room.

"By the way, I can bear with the magical girl's clothes, and I'll get used to wearing them for a long time, but what's the matter with the two lumps on the chest?" The magical girl Ling Huo shook the two lumps on her chest.

"The breast shaker is good!" Xiao Yunyun wiped his nose and swallowed, "Actually, I think you are more suitable for this, so I improved your equipment when I was lying on the bed these two days. The clothes come with you, don’t worry, it’s enough to be fake, and others won’t be able to see it!”

"That's not what I meant!"

"Oh~ I just heard that someone is used to wearing women's clothing...do you want me to help someone maintain this state every day?"

"..."

Ling Huohuo clenched her lips, shedding tears of humiliation.

Forget it, just treat it as "bearing the burden of breasts"!

　Bear the humiliation, bear the humiliation...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)