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Chapter 1953 Does it count?

Feng Cheng bumped Shen Yan's bracelet and said, "Ayan, you think this piece of shit Xu Qiao won't fool us with fakes, right?"

Otherwise, why would Manshu pull it out so easily?

Isn’t this a slap in the face to others?

Even Mr. Xu himself doubted it.

Could it be that this is really not the sword that he looks at every day?

No way!

He looked at his grandson: "Are you sure that this sword never left your sight after you took it out?"

Xu Qiao was stunned for a moment and then understood what the old man meant.

Does this mean that the sword was stolen?

"No, keep it in my car!" Xu Qiao quickly shook his head, "No one else dares to touch it."

Who is so bold as to exchange his things?

Besides, he had pulled it out once before in public and couldn't pull it out at all.

He suspected that the sword recognized someone.

Is it because he is not a girl?

By coincidence, the two men thought of going together.

However, Mr. Xu did not give up.

"Otherwise, you can try again." Manshu said, putting the sword back into its scabbard, and the sound it made was crisp.

Hearing this made Mr. Xu feel itchy in his heart.

Of course he wanted to try it.

Maybe, after someone else pulls it out, he can do it too!

He couldn't wait to take the sword.

I pull it out!

The sword didn't move at all with the first blow!

Mr. Xu was dumbfounded.

I'll pull it out again!

Still not moving!

Embarrassing!

Everyone is watching.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but complain.

"It seems that this sword has really targeted this little girl. It's so magical."

"If it wasn't Mr. Xu who drew the sword, I would have thought it was the two of them who were deliberately playing tricks on each other."

"Haha, these words hurt my heart. The old man is obviously so angry that his face is red."

No, his face is not red. It was Mr. Xu who was holding back his redness because he tried to draw his sword with all his strength.

Otherwise, his face might still be green.

"I think maybe this sword has a gender, and only girls can draw it. You see, the Fengming Sword definitely represents a woman. If it's a dragon chanting sword, it might be a man's sword."

"Yes, the original owner of the sword must have been a female warrior. Maybe a female could have pulled it out."

Qu Tiange also heard this sentence.

She looked at the old man of the Xu family curiously, eager to try.

Mr. Xu obviously heard what others said.

He scanned around and wanted to try someone else.

Qu Tiange immediately volunteered: "I'll come, I'll try!"

Mr. Xu half-closed his eyes and looked at Qu Tiange.

"A girl from the Qu family?"

The Qu family and the Xu family are mortal enemies.

Since the Xu family's eldest grandson died, the two families have almost lost contact.

However, the Xu family knew that their child took the initiative to provoke, so even if they wanted to pursue it, there was nothing they could do.

An accident in a racing car is an accident.

But he really didn't want to see Qu's family.

There was no one else here, so he was worried that he was too weak to draw the sword.

This girl from the Qu family doesn't look like a weakling.

So Mr. Xu reluctantly handed over the sword: "Be careful."

Qu Tiange couldn't even care that this was his enemy's grandfather.

Quickly holding the sword in both hands, she imitated Manshu's example and wanted to draw the sword easily.

It can be removed but not pulled out.

Try again!

Or not!

No matter how hard you try, the sword won't give you face.

She could only hand the sword back to Manshu in frustration.

Mr. Xu wanted to come to pick him up, but she avoided him.

"Forget it, this sword may have been identified by Xiao Manshu. It's better for you to play with it yourself. No one else can pull it out."

Shen Yan came out at the right time: "I wonder if what Mr. Xu just said still counts?"


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