Chapter 65

Mu Qingge is really fond of the dagger. He reaches for the handle of the dagger, which is more than 30 centimeters long, and keeps touching it. He is always wondering whether to agree to Rong Jue's terms first, and then take the dagger away now

Rong Jue hesitated to see her, took her hand off the handle and said, "it's late. Let's go out first."

Then he took the knife and wanted to put it back in place.

"Oh, no, don't put it back!" Mu Qingge quickly came forward to hold the handle of the knife and didn't let him put it back, "I promise! That's what I promise you! "

Rong Jue Mou heart a Shan, "you promise?"

"Well, I promise." She thought, if Rong Jue didn't come up with a condition for ten or eight years, wouldn't she not get the big knife for ten or eight years?

This sword is a rare "giant" weapon that she loves at first sight. She really likes it. So, let's take some losses!

As like as two peas, she had thought of drawing the knife and then getting it to make the blacksmith give her a match. So she did not have to worry that the black heart would set her condition to go to pit her.

As like as two peas, she knows that some things are exactly the same, but they are not the same.

She glared at him with round eyes. She grasped the slender and beautiful hand of the handle and patted it. "I've promised you the terms. Can I let go of it?"

Her slap was not painful to him, and there was a silky soft touch on the back of his hand. Rongjue lips angle a Qiao, Mou Guang clear, "good, let go." Then he let go of his hand.

"Ha ha, this sword will be mine in the future!" Mu Qingge laughed a few times, and then she grasped the handle tightly with her hands, lifted the big knife and waved it several times.

However, the broadsword was really heavy. Maybe it was because of her poor physique. She waved it for less than 20 times, then her arms lost their strength, and the tip of the broadsword came back to the ground with a creak.

"Hoo! It's really heavy! " Mu Qingge thought of something and asked, "by the way, does this Dao have a name?"

Rong Jue didn't answer, but called out: "old pan, come in."

"Yes The old man was guarding at the gate outside. Hearing the words, he ran in immediately.

Mu Qingge: "old pan, what's the name of this sword?"

Old pan seems to be very familiar with the weapons here. Wen Yan takes a look at the big knife that the MuQing singer is leaning on and says without hesitation: "it's called blood blade."

"Blood blade?" Mu Qingge tilted his head to repeat the two words, then leaned on the handle and looked at the blood blade carefully. "Blood blade should be hundreds of years old, right?"

"Why?" Old pan was surprised. "Madam, how do you know?"

"I can see it from you." When mu Qingge said that, he reached out to touch the knife, and then reached out to touch the edge of the knife. Rong Jue's eyes turned black and grabbed her wrist. "Don't you want your fingers?"

Er!

Mu Qingge looks at the wrist that is grasped by him and is stunned.

Before she recovered, Rong Jue let go of her hand and said coldly, "it's your business to hurt yourself without thinking. Don't let your blood pollute my weapons room."

Mu Qingge was still thinking about how the nigger suddenly turned to care about her. It was because of this!

Mu Qingge gouged out his eyes and hummed: "I'm not a fool. I don't want to let my hand go and let the knife hurt me!"

Then, she didn't care about Rong Jue. She reached for the blade and touched it carefully. She said to Mr. Pan, "this blade is called blood blade. It has blood on its body. Which general on the battlefield should have used it?"

"It's said to be." Old pan couldn't help asking: "madam, this knife has not been used for hundreds of years. The blade is clean. Why do you say there is blood?"

"You wait." Mu Qingge said, with the handle of a pillar and the handle of a knife, she felt in her chest and finally came up with an iron bottle. Then she unscrewed the lid, pressed the switch, and a stream of water came out of it.

The water spattered on the blade.

Then, strange things happened, where the water dripped, there were strands of blood coming out of the cold blade

Old pan was stunned!

"This Dao is very good. The blood of hundreds of years ago can be preserved by it. The spirit is very good." Mu Qingge put the bottle back to his chest as he said, a little unhappy on his face: "however, I don't like the name of the knife."

Rong Jue said faintly: "since this Dao is already yours, you don't like the name. You can change it to something you like."

Is it her?

The old pan on one side didn't know what had happened. He just felt incredible when he heard this.

Because the weapons in this weapons room are not ordinary weapons. They all have a bright future and are well-known in the way of weapons in the whole continent.

Each of these weapons took a certain amount of effort to get, and they have been included in the weapons book for a long time, but I didn't expect that the LORD would give it to his wife.

"Well, good idea!" Mu Qingge heard the words, supported his chin and pondered for a while, then turned to Rong Jue with his eyes shining: "Ao Feng, how about changing the name of this Dao to Ao Feng?"

Rong Jue raised his eyebrows. "This name is really better than blood blade."

Pan Lao's eyes also brightened, "that's a good name!"

"Ha ha, since everyone thinks it's good, let's call it Ao Feng!" Mu Qingge is very happy to get his beloved weapon. He tilts his head and points the blade with a smile like a flower. "Aofeng baby, let's love each other well in the future!"

Baby

What's the name!

Rong Jue drew out his mouth twice.

I've lost several drops of cold sweat for this name.

Mu Qingge has no time to pay attention to what they think. Anyway, the more she looks at Ao Feng, the more she likes it.

Because she wanted to take the dagger back, she thought about it, and then she took the dagger back a few steps to make sure that it would not hurt people. After that, she suddenly threw it on her shoulder, grabbed its iron handle with one hand, and crossed her waist to rongjue, saying, "I'm going hunting. Time is pressing. Let's go back now!"

The broadest part of the broadest blade is almost two-thirds of her body width. Mr. Pan worried that the broadsword would crush her small body. "Madam, would you like to..."

"Mr. Pan, I'll come back to see you next time. Now I'll go first." Mu light Song said, smilingly waved to the old dish, petite body carrying a big knife big step meteor out.

Looking at mu Qingge's relaxed steps, he was very surprised: "madam, your strength is not small..."

Rong Jue looks calm, "it's a small matter for her to be able to throw a person out and carry a knife." After that, he followed up gracefully, leaving a gaping old pan.