He Lianchuan does not have a strong trust in the charming little princess in front of her.

He didn't expect that Yizun Wang said that the founding master would be Princess Yizun.

She has ten pointed fingers, slender white, delicate back of her hands, soft palms, and no calluses, so how could her hands do the heavy work.

King Ke Yi’s attitude is so strange, even if she is rude and blunt, even if she irresponsibly refutes to call Honglu Soft Sword a ‘broken iron’.

Anyway, there is no other way right now. Just looking at Xuan Yuanyao's face, He Lianchuan can only bite the bullet and use the dead horse as a living horse doctor. [

"Hong Lu is a relic of Master. I dare not save the abandoned year. If the princess has a way to restore the original state, from now on, He Lianchuan is willing to be a slave for life, stay with you and protect the princess with his life, no Being hurt by anyone." There was nothing in him. The most precious thing was himself. Maybe the little princess didn't care if there was one more beside him, but this was all Helianchuan could pay.

"Okay, I understand." Looking at each word he said, the pain in his throat was invading from time to time, and he couldn't help linking He Lianchuan to that person.

How could she bear to watch the same face suffer in front of herself?

Isn't it just a soft sword, he wanted it, she could do it by herself.

Well, the most is to use more materials.

However, He Lianchuan just said that if she repaired the Honglu Soft Sword and would be with him in the future, it would make Jixiang very interested.

She was looking forward to her heart, seeing him all the time, and getting a satisfaction from the same face, comforting the warmth that had been lost long ago and could never be recovered.

However, she wanted, she had to go through the consent of one person.