Chapter 432: Good dagger

The killer became a fool, jumping madly, leaving a small dagger on his body.
Yang Zimei walked over and picked up the miniature pistol and the small dagger on the ground.
Worried that others saw the gun, she had no time to play with it, and quickly put it in the bag that she brought with her, but looked carefully at the small dagger.
This small dagger has a thin blade, but it is sharp and sharp. She wants to try to see if it is sharp enough to break like the legendary blow hair, so she puts her hair on it and blows it gently, it is really facing the wind. Off.
Good dagger!
She couldn't help but admire it!
"This dagger is so thick and bloody, it smells dead." Xuehu said in a voice.
"Well, it is estimated that at least hundreds of people's blood was stained on it." Yang Zimei naturally saw that this dagger had a strong yin and qi, but she needed such a sharp weapon.
I remember the last time I played against that ghost survivor, the evil spirit could not deal with him, and he lacked a weapon that directly hurt others.
Although this dagger is small, it is sharp enough, but also has a certain evil spirit, which can be used as a hidden weapon for her in the future.
However, she hopes to find a better blade, a small iron tower that can have a certain induction with her.
Now this dagger had no reaction with her, after all, it was just a foreign object.
She spoke the spell, put a spell on her dagger with her fingers, blocked the evil spirit on it, and put it in the bag.
"Little girl, it's a hassle for you to take a bag with you like this." Xuehu murmured when she saw her heavy, bag full of her treasures.
"So what can I do? The things inside are very important. I don't feel safe without them." Yang Zimei patted her small backpack.
Xuehu shook his head and didn't speak again.
Yang Zimei returned home.
The family happened to have dinner and everyone was stunned when she saw her coming.
"Niuniu, are you back? Have you eaten yet? Grandma went to cook for you." Grandma saw her and happily pulled her to ask her questions.
"Grandma, I have eaten it." Yang Zimei let grandma sit down.
"Niuniu, when will you be back? Chief Dao is healable." Yang Qing asked.
"I just came back today, Master, he's fine, that's ..."
She couldn't help feeling a little sad at the thought of Master's arrival.
"I know Master and Master, and I don't care about my biological grandfather." Grandpa said a strange smoke and yin and Yang.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
For grandpa, Yang Zimei was very helpless, but he was his grandpa after all.
"Your grandpa is sore and sore, and he will soon lose your famous master's face." Grandpa hummed coldly. "I don't have a dime on my body. I want to buy some old friends in my hometown for tea.
"Grandpa, didn't I just give you two thousand yuan last time?"
"Two thousand pieces are worth a ball. After a meal, there are no more. People invited for dinner, they are all tens of thousands, just your grandpa shame." Grandpa glared with a beard.
Yang Zimei sweated.
It seems that Grandpa has also contracted vanity in this city.
It turned out that in the village, because of poverty, even a dime was anxious to open up the two halves, but now people actually want to eat a meal for tens of thousands of dollars.
Yes, she is not short of money now, and it is relatively easy to get money, but that is also her money. She is relatively frugal in using it herself, and in order not to let herself suffer too much condemnation, she You have to donate money from time to time to do good, not waste extravagantly.