He had noticed before that the scabbard of this sword was particularly exquisite, but now that he saw the other party's attitude, he rolled his eyes and suspected that it was a precious sword.

"I said, brother, if you pick up a weapon, you must hand it over to the public. We both happen to be from the yamen. Let us help you hand over this knife to the public!"

Reach out and grab it again.

Zhang Dingbian took another step back and hid again. The veins on his forehead were beating, and he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer.

Bo Luo Buhua snorted and became even more sure that it was a precious sword. He threatened Zhang Dingbian: "Boy, hiding a weapon privately is a serious crime. Do you want to go to jail?"

Zhang Dingbian suddenly looked left and right, observing the number of people on the street.

Polo Buhua raised his nostrils to the sky and said, "What are you looking at? Do you know who this master is? Tell you, it's no use calling anyone over. Today, this sword is decided by this master!"

Zhang Dingbian took a deep breath, bowed slightly, and was about to take action.

Just kill these two people with lightning speed, then help them to an alley not far away, pretend that they are drunk, I believe no one will notice.

Although there are risks, if you continue to be entangled with these two people, it will definitely affect the assassination plan.

Polo Buhua didn't know that the god of death had already raised the sickle, but he still refused to let go.

"Hey, kid, I'm talking to you! There's no point in pretending to be stupid, hand over the knife quickly!"

Zhang Dingbian turned his hands into claws and spread his five fingers inward, ready to pounce.

At this moment, Yahansha said: "Brother, forget it, there are too many people here, go in quickly, don't be recognized!"

Boluo Buhua hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to give up, reaching out and patting Zhang Dingbian's face.
Chapter completed!