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At first, the bodyguards in the mansion were full of curiosity about the appearance of Yang Jian, but they didn't dare to be too obvious in front of the monsoon smoke. They could only sneak into the room where Yang Jian was every day in the dark of night and peep quietly.

Although the room was given by monsoon smoke, Yang Jian didn't need to sleep or eat at all. Every day when he came back, he stood upright in the room without blinking his eyes. Even the dog on the ground was more active than him.

Five days later, Zuo Nuo handed the finished three pointed and two edged knife to the hand of monsoon smoke. He was a thin man. Under the torment of these days, the face of the whole man looked down. Other bodyguards looked at him curiously. Zuo Nuo could only wave his hand with a face that could not be loved.

He's just an amateur blacksmith. The young lady came up and gave him such a complicated task. He The heart is bitter!

Compared with Zuo Nuo's grief, monsoon smoke was very satisfied with the three pointed and two edged sword. She specially took the gilded gold water from the space soul jade, and drew a series of incantations on the long handle of the three pointed and two edged sword with a brush.

After the mantra painting, the original seemingly ordinary, even some strange three pointed and two edged knives seemed to be covered with a layer of silver light. Monsoon smoke dragged the three pointed and two edged knives to Yang Jian with satisfaction, without paying any attention to Zuo Nuo's gaping expression.

"Oh, Xiao Nuo, your iron making skills are getting better and better. That thing looks very domineering." The guards joked.

Zuono is innocent. He can guarantee that when he handed the three pointed and two edged knife to the hand of monsoon tobacco, it was definitely not as aggressive as it looks now!

I don't know what kind of strange way miss used to change that thing.

If Zuo Nuo knew that there was something called "open light", he might not be so confused.

The monsoon smoke dragged a three pointed and two edged knife through the yard. The white Zeze around walked step by step with dada's small hooves, and a shadow appeared in the sight of the monsoon smoke.

Under the old tree in the courtyard, Liuhuo fell asleep at some time. He sat on the ground. His simple silver gray clothes were stained with a little mud. His eyes were closed tightly. His long eyelashes fell into a shadow on his eyelids. The sun fell from the sparse branches and leaves, onto his delicate little face, like a layer of starlight.

"This boy." The monsoon smoke looks at the flowing fire in the sleep, puts a silent gesture to Bai Ze, and touches it lightly. She squats down and looks at the flowing fire falling asleep. The smile at the bottom of her eyes is full of cunning.

The monsoon smoke picked up the fallen leaves and swept them gently in front of the running fire.

The flowing fire eyebrow in the dream is light wrinkly, the nose moved slightly, but still did not wake up.

The monsoon smoke was amusing and amusing again.

In an instant, Liuhuo's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a pair of red eyes with a strong murderous air suddenly opened to the amber eyes of the monsoon smoke!

Monsoon smoke slightly a Leng.

Liuhuo suddenly realized that he was in front of the monsoon smoke. He felt a little shocked and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.