"I... I don't want it!"
Huangfu Youruo was obviously afraid of the magic sword, waving her little hands repeatedly.
As soon as she held the magic sword, she would immediately lose her rationality and do things she couldn't even understand.
"I'll help suppress some of its demonic nature for you!"
Xiao Chen said, gently brushing his right hand over the edge of the magic sword, inscribing a series of mysterious runes on it.
The fierce aura of the magic sword was suppressed significantly, making it seem plain and ordinary.
"Now it's fine!" Xiao Chen handed the magic sword to Huangfu Youruo again.
"Big brother, if you need it, you should keep it yourself. I don't usually use swords but my fists!" Huangfu Youruo hesitated, still afraid to accept it.
"Don't you feel that you have some sort of connection with this sword?" Xiao Chen said, "Hold it. Only in your hands can it exert its greatest power!"
"But..."
