C803 The Promise of a Flying Sword

On top of the building, Xia Luo looked at the Flying Sword in his hand, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Xiao had left, but Xia Luo felt a trace of heaviness.

The Flying Sword in his hand was like a hot potato, but Xia Luo was not a person who was afraid of trouble.

Whether it was the Flying Sword or Xiao's trust, Xia Luo was already mentally prepared