"I don't want to take their surname. They don't want me anyway, so why would I pay them extra?"
The little dumpling thought about it and realized that it made sense. Surnames are the roots; what's the point of having a surname if you don't have roots?
"I'll lend you my surname!"
You can borrow this thing?
"Huh? How do I return it then?"
"Pay me back when you grow up and become more capable."
Listening to Huo Xiaolong's words, she felt the noise of the whole world quiet down, and she could hear a pin drop. The girl felt her blood rushing to her head, and her whole head and heart were throbbing. She scratched her head and thought, "Okay... okay, how should I put it? Now that I have a name, I feel more like a person."
What's your last name?
"My surname is Huo!"
"So what should my name be?"
"Look how powerful you are! Let's call you Sharp Sword."
"Holly Sword?"
To be honest, it doesn't sound very nice, but the young girl was too embarrassed to say it. They had already treated her to a meal and even lent her their surname; she shouldn't be so ungrateful.
"The Sharp Sword of Huo Pan!"
What does "磐" mean?
"The phoenix is reborn, rising from the ashes in the flames!"
The little girl shook her head and said
"Can't understand……"
"That means you're amazing, you got a second chance at life! A second life is even more amazing!" Hou Xiangxiang said, leaning closer.
"Huo Pan's Sharp Sword! It sounds great."
The little girl smiled; it was the first time she had smiled since we met today, and she was genuinely happy.
"Do you know what a phoenix is?" Hou Xiangxiang asked from the side.
She shook her head.
"The phoenix is... it's a divine bird! A divine bird that breathes fire!" That was the only way Huo Xiaolong could explain it to her, in a simple and easy-to-understand way.
The little girl took out a hair tie from her purse. It was made of hawthorn berries carved from round wood and dyed red. The first time she saw the hair tie, she thought of the little girl. Like the hawthorn berries in winter, they were sour and flavorful, and they could even bloom and bear fruit in the cold winter.
"Here, for you."
Li Jian waved his hand and said
"You've already treated us to dinner, I can't accept this."
Huo Xiaolong ignored her and handed the hair tie to Hou Xiangxiang, asking her to tie it on.
Fortunately, it was winter, so these little beggars didn't have lice on their heads; otherwise, the people who came to help wouldn't have had a place to stand.
"This food should be enough for you until the fifteenth. If you can't survive, come find me at Fengyue Tower," Huo Xiaolong said, standing up and addressing Li Jian.
Are you leaving?
"Um!"
At this moment, an old man in the dilapidated temple walked up to the children and said to the little girl who was leading them.
"It has a name now?"
"Yes! Grandpa Whitebeard! My name is Huo Panlijian now."
"A sharp sword! A sharp sword! Good! Very good!"
The old man sat down beside her, looking Huo Xiaolong in the eye, and said to her...
"You are the sword, she is the wielder of the sword. You owe her the debt of gratitude for being given a name, a debt you must repay for a lifetime, do you understand?"
Although these words were meant for the young girl in charge, the old man kept his eyes fixed on Huo Xiaolong.
"Selling...selling yourself? No, no, it's no big deal." The originally serious atmosphere was completely ruined by Huo Xiaolong's question about selling himself.
The white-bearded old man sighed and said...
"after……"
"From now on, I belong to her!" the leading girl declared.
The old man had said this to her hundreds of times. She had also complained that her parents wouldn't even give her a name. The white-bearded grandfather said, "The person who will give you a name hasn't appeared yet. When she does, she will surely hold your hand and lead you to do everything you want to do."
Now, the people have arrived...
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