Chapter 432 Good Dagger

******

The killer turned into a fool and jumped away madly, with a small dagger falling from his body.

Yang Zimei walked over and picked up the tiny pistol and the small dagger on the ground.

Worrying about others seeing the gun, she didn't have time to play with it, she quickly put it into the bag she was carrying, and looked at the small dagger carefully.

The blade of this small dagger is thin, but it is bright and sharp. She wanted to try it to see if it was as sharp as the legendary blowing hair, so she put a few of her hair on it and blew it gently. break.

Nice dagger!

She couldn't help but admire!

"This dagger has such a strong bloody smell, it stinks to death." Xuehu said.

"Well, it is estimated that at least a hundred people's blood was on it." Yang Zimei naturally saw that the dagger had a strong yin and evil spirit, but she needed such a weapon.

I remember the last time I played against the Ghost Descendant, the Yin Sha Qi couldn't deal with him, and I lacked a weapon that could directly hurt people.

Although this dagger is small, it is sharp enough, and it also has a certain yin and evil spirit. It can be used as a hidden weapon for her to use against the enemy in the future.

However, she hopes to find a better sharp blade, one that can be like a small iron tower and can have a certain feeling with her.

Now this dagger has nothing to do with her. After all, it is just a foreign object.

She chanted the spell, drew a spell on the dagger with her fingers, blocked the evil spirit on it, and put it into the bag.

"Little girl, it's troublesome for you to carry a bag with you like this." Xuehu muttered when she saw her heavy bag full of treasures.

"What can I do? The things in here are very important. I don't feel safe if I don't carry it with me." Yang Zimei patted her little backpack and said.

Xuehu shook his head and said nothing.

Yang Zimei returned home.

The family just finished dinner, and when they saw her coming, everyone was slightly startled.

"Niuniu, are you back? Have you eaten? Grandma is going to cook for you." When grandma saw her, she was very happy to pull her and ask questions.

"Grandma, I've eaten it." Yang Zimei asked grandma to sit down.

"Niuniu, when did you come back? Is the Taoist priest okay?" Yang Qing asked.

"I just came back today, Master, he's okay, just..."

She couldn't help but feel a little sad when she thought that Master's deadline was coming.

"I know Master and Master, and I don't care about my own grandfather." Grandpa said yin and yang, smoking a dry cigarette.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Zimei was also helpless to her grandfather, but he was his own grandfather after all.

"Your grandfather has died of poverty, and you are about to lose the face of your famous master." The grandfather snorted coldly, "I don't have a dime on me. I want to invite some old friends from the village to drink tea. There is nothing."

"Grandpa, didn't I just give you two thousand yuan last time?"

"Two thousand yuan is worth a ball. After a meal, there is no more. When people invite people to eat, they are tens of thousands of dollars, but you are shabby." Grandpa blew his beard and stared.

Yang Zimei was sweating.

It seems that grandpa is also infected with the vanity of comparison in this city.

It turned out that in the village, because of poverty, even a dime could not wait to open the two halves, but now it costs tens of thousands of yuan for a meal to learn from others.

That's right, she is not short of money now, and it is relatively easy to get money, but it is also her money, and she uses it relatively frugally, and, in order to prevent herself from being punished too much, she You also have to donate your money from time to time to do good deeds instead of extravagant waste.

****