Yu Wencheng said lightly: “You see it?”
“This is not an ordinary knife.” Fatty fish took a large knife horizontally: “Forged it for no more than three years.” He Ran looked at Zhang Shubao and asked coldly, “Where do your weapons come from?”
Zhang Shubao was shocked, but he replied: “It’s all…Ding Zixiu got it. I don’t know the specific way.”
“Your two-headed family really use it as farts.” Yu Wencheng sighed: “The left one doesn’t know, the right one doesn’t know. You just said, if it’s useless, then turn your face and don’t recognize people. Should I turn your face now?”
Zhang Shubao’s face changed quickly, anxiously said: “Master, these weapons are indeed made by Ding Zixiu, there are still many in the knife library, villains… villains can take you to see.”
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