No more use."

Bai Lu's slender fingers gently pressed on the blade of the silver knife four times. Although this sword was not worn by her all year round, it was indeed a good knife that was good to others. It was really sinful to use such a knife to kill. Those four times

Just four times.

Bai Lu nodded, without hesitation, and said in a calm voice: "Help me sharpen the blade of the knife. Maybe I will use it once in a few days."

Xiaofeng did as he was told. Although he was a knife maker and a knife sharpener, he was different from other knife makers or swordsmen. He regarded the knife as his life and loved the knife to the point of being crazy.

A good knife should have its purpose, a kitchen knife should be used to cut vegetables and meat, a razor should be used to shave hair, and a butcher's knife should be used to kill cattle and sheep.

A killing knife like Yecry should be used to protect dignity.

The most regrettable thing is not the broken knife, but the knife hidden in the box as a treasure and enshrined in the ancestral hall. It has an extremely sharp blade, but it does nothing. Xiaofeng has been curious a few times.

What is Lu going to do with Night Cry? Is there anything that a swordsman can accomplish even if he breaks his beloved sword?

"I'll come back in a month."

Xiaofeng nodded and watched Bai Lu leave. As soon as Bai Lu left the house, he chased her out, holding a broken wooden box.

"Sister Bai, this is for you."

Open it, and inside is a Tang sword that looks like a Tang sword but not a Tang sword. Compared with the horizontal sword, it is a little more curved. If you think of it as a Yanling sword, it is a bit narrower. Xiao Feng also noticed Bai Lu's doubts.

, said softly: "It is for self-defense. If you are not in danger, it is best not to use it."
Chapter completed!