Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"You'll see if you come and see. The fruit seedlings and flower seeds will arrive in two days."

"Oh, Aunt Wang, give the two boxes in this bag to the eldest young master of the Fu family. Tell him that Fu Yian asked him to bring them back from abroad and have him give them to the old lady and Madam Fu."

Aunt Wang looked at the two gift boxes and said with a smile, "Okay, miss, don't worry. I'll drive over right away."

The couple came to the bedroom. Qin Wushuang took out the black box and handed it to him. She sat on the bed and looked at him with a smile: "Open it and take a look. The Taoist priest said that this sword is a bit ugly because it hasn't recognized its owner yet."

"It will be interesting after it recognizes its master. Try it and see if you have to cut your finger and let blood drip out, just like what is said in the novel."

When Su Chen opened it, he saw a rusty broken sword. Only the hilt and half of the sword were left. It looked like it had been cut off by something.

But his intuition told him that this thing was not that simple.

He bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood on it. Watching the blood being absorbed bit by bit, he raised his eyebrows and said, "My wife, this broken sword looks extraordinary. What's the situation with that old man?"

Qin Wushuang briefly explained, and thinking of the three people who were struck by lightning, his tone was a little amused: "The person who robbed the money was struck by lightning, just like being struck by lightning on a bright and sunny day."

"By the way, that old man also said that my marriage... seemed to be a bit bumpy, but he almost got struck by lightning before he could finish his words."

Su Chen's eyes flashed with understanding: "He must have revealed the secret, so he was struck by lightning, but it looks more like a warning for him not to say anything. What else did he say?"

“…Nothing more.”

Qin Wushuang subconsciously didn't want to talk about the life and death. Whether it was Su Chen or the child who was in trouble, that was not what she wanted to see. It would be better to just talk about it now.

It’s better not to say anything, just live happily, and know that you will grow old together.

Crackling, crackling, like the sound of an eggshell breaking.

The originally broken sword seemed to come alive, and the rust was gradually fading away, revealing the silver sword inside. The original appearance of the ancient sword was gradually revealed.

Su Chen and the other man stretched their heads to look. After the rust had completely faded away, a silver, half-broken sword as long as an arm revealed its original appearance. It was gleaming with light and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.

"...This sword was really beautiful in its original form, but it's a pity it's in pieces. If it were a complete sword, it would definitely look even better."

The words "Tianxing" were engraved on the hilt of the sword. Su Chen felt the familiar breath, and his fingers stroked the two words, with a look of sadness and nostalgia in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Qin Wushuang asked softly, "Su Chen, what's wrong with you?"

"...It's nothing. I just really like this broken sword. I'll carry it with me from now on. Thank you, my wife."

"As long as you like it."

Su Chen stroked the two words on the hilt of the sword, his eyes were a little red, and his heart was already in turmoil. How could the spiritual weapon from his previous life be here?

When he died, the Tianxing Sword was still intact. What happened to make it become so broken? Did the sword spirit dissipate or was it sealed?

Qin Wushuang noticed that he looked a little strange, so he tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Su Chen, what's wrong with you?"

"...It's okay. It's just that after this broken sword recognized its master, I always felt very sad. Maybe it's the feeling of the broken sword leaving behind. It will be gone in a few days."

Looking at her sincerely, he said, "Thank you, honey. I really like this gift."

Su Chen smiled and said, "You must be tired. Go take a shower and have a good sleep. I'll go downstairs and make you something to eat. Do you want some smoked fish?"

Qin Wushuang hummed, looking a little tired: "Okay, let's have smoked fish tonight. I'm going to take a shower and sleep for a while."

He went downstairs to find the bodyguard and whispered, "Measure the size of this broken sword and have it made into a good scabbard. I will carry it around my waist from now on."

"...Yes, I wonder what style my son-in-law likes."

Su Chen found some paper and drew lines on it. It was the same pattern as the scabbard in his previous life, but it was not as long. After all, it was broken in half.