บท 132: Quick stick it back

On the endless black plains, a rusty, black broadsword was embedded deep into the ground, only revealing a mottled sword handle and a bit of the sword's rust-covered blade.

This sword did not look much different from ordinary broadswords. The degree of rust prevented the blade from looking sharp at all.

However, Shi Xiaobai was extremely certain that it was this sword that kept calling out the word "save".

This was because when he reached out his right hand to tightly grip the black broadsword's hilt, the voice that went straight to his heart turned eager and delighted, as though it was eager for Shi Xiaobai to pull it out from the hard earth.

"What are you doing!?"

A hoarse and cold voice sounded from up above.

Shi Xiaobai looked up and saw the bat, Mos, coldly looking down at him from mid air.