Bi Zhu stood in front of Xuanyuan Sword, saw that the sword did not refuse, and approached slowly.

Because she was too famous, she was very careful.

"Just touch it, it should be all right?"

Bizhu kept comforting herself.

It's a pity not to touch such a fetish in front of your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Bi Zhu straddled the final distance and touched the hilt of the sword with one hand.

In an instant, the blade vibrated.

a sword

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