Chapter 120： This guy is getting thicker and thicker.

  Chapter 120 This guy is getting thicker with practice

Yang Lan'er looked at the short sword in her hand, feeling terrified. Today is the first time to test her skills. She didn't expect that this short sword looks ordinary, but actually cuts iron like mud. It's not surprising to say that it must be a high-quality product produced by space.

Tan Anjun was already staring at the short sword dumbfounded, and smacked his lips: My dear, this pheasant is small and has bones, right? How can this sword cut the chicken like mud?

"Lan'er, let me see your short sword." Men are naturally obsessed with weapons.

"Don't touch the double blades with your hands." Yang Lan'er reminded, the blade of this Bing short sword is very sharp, and it deserves its name, without exaggeration.

Tan Anjun nodded, took the dagger and looked at it carefully. The sword was about a foot long. The blade was made of unknown material, and it shone with cold light. From such a distance, one could feel the faint cold air coming towards him. The handle of the sword is engraved with complex and auspicious dragon patterns.

"What a sword! Haha, Lan'er, you're so lucky." His little wife picked it up casually, and it turned out to be a precious sword.

Yang Lan'er rubbed her nose, and said with a sneer: "It's normal, if the husband likes it, I can give it to you. The sword is a hero."

There is still in the storage ring, next time she will find an excuse to take it out for her own use.

Tan Anjun's heart was agitated when he heard the words, and his little wife also had him in her heart. How about giving away such a precious sword casually? The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he rubbed the top of his little wife's hair: "A gentleman does not take away people's love. This sword is most suitable for my wife."

Yang Lan'er looked at him with serious eyes, but no greed. For some reason, my heart was a little sweet, I took the short sword he handed over, thinking about the jewelry he gave me last time, I felt that I should give him something.

Tan Anjun passed a wooden stick through the pheasant, and slowly roasted it beside the fire, turning it from time to time.

Yang Lan'er stared at the boiling chicken soup in the crock, thinking about what gift to return to the cheap husband-in-law, there was silence beside the fire for a while, only the crackling of the firewood and the gurgling of the chicken soup.

"My lady, give me the seasoning in the bamboo basket." Tan Anjun turned the roast chicken and said with a smile.

"Oh, good." Yang Lan'er took out the seasoning from the bamboo basket and handed it over. She glanced at the ring on her hand, and suddenly had an epiphany that she might as well give him a ring.

If you give him a storage ring, whether you can open the ring or not depends on your own luck.

If it is turned on, they will be able to act cheaply when they enter the mountain in the future.

"Xianggong"

"Hmm" Tan Anjun raised his eyes and looked over.

Yang Lan'er stretched out her hand and slowly opened her clenched fist. The palm of her hand was a men's ring, and she smiled sweetly: "For you, this is the first time I bought it at a street stall in the county seat. Although it is not expensive or delicate , but this is my heart."

Tan Anjun was quite unexpected, and suddenly felt a sense of ecstasy. His eyes fell on the ring in his palm, and he didn't react for a while.

Seeing that he refused to pick it up, Yang Lan'er thought that he disliked the rough ring, and was inexplicably disappointed in her heart, and was about to take it back.

Tan Anjun suddenly came back to his senses, held the little hand that he wanted to take back, and was ecstatic: "Lady, I really like this ring. I was just stunned by the surprise and didn't react for a while."

Yang Lan'er looked at the ring on her knuckle finger, pursed her lips and smiled: "As long as you like it, this is a gift in return for the jewelry you gave me."

"I take this as a token of love from you." Tan Anjun directly ignored the last sentence of his little wife.

Yang Lan'er coughed because of her own saliva, and stared at the man opposite in shock.

"My lady, come and eat the chicken legs." Tan Anjun was in a very happy mood, and tore off the roasted pheasant drumsticks.

Facing his wife, what kind of face does she need? She has to be shameless and stalk her, making her gnash her teeth at herself, but she has no choice but to love and hate herself, but she can't be cruel.

Finally, it quietly and successfully entered her heart.

(end of this chapter)