C710 Dart

Yang Xuan and Xiao Ziyi wandered aimlessly in the ancient town. Every time they passed by a weapon store, Xiao Ziyi would patiently go in and pick out the weapons one by one.

"This one looks not bad. Try it."

Xiao Ziyi's eyes fell on a huge crescent spade.

Yang Xuan did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Sister, do I look like a monk? If I take this thing, I will shave my head."

"Oh, oh