When Tu Sha turned around, he saw the little boy looking at him with a face full of admiration and couldn't help but smile faintly, "Little guy, don't look at me like that. Killing people, that's not a good thing. Swords, they're not nice things either."
"It depends on who you're killing," the little boy said earnestly, "Uncle killed those bad guys to protect me and my sister, of course I admire you. The sword in Uncle's hand is for our protection, so in Uncle's hand, it is a good thing."
Looking at the little boy's innocent and staunch gaze, Tu Sha felt an inexplicable touch of emotion, "Yang Yu said that my sword is full of killing intent but lacks protection. I never understood what he meant. Not until just now, my sword was much quicker than usual, perhaps that's the meaning of protection!"
