C17 Peach wood sword

Just as Liu Jianming was about to cry bitterly, Jia Qi's voice suddenly came out.

"Brother Liu Jianming, is that you?"

"Qiqi!" Liu Jianming suddenly looked around, only to see that from the darkness, a familiar figure had appeared. That ridiculous outfit, and that broken peach wood sword.

"Qiqi, where did you go? It's so easy for me to find you!" Liu Jianming hugged Jia Qi