Chapter 82： Small stream fire (1) (1/2)

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Zuo Nuo was holding the drawings in a confused way and ran to the warehouse to pick up the ore.

In the next few days, Yang Lan took the roaring dog to mine as usual, and returned to the monsoon smoke at night. Zuo Nuo studied how to build a three-pointed and two-edged knife all day long. It seems that he has made progress and has begun to build.

At first, the guards in Fuzhong were full of curiosity about the appearance of Yang Lan, but they did not dare to show too much in front of the monsoon smoke. They could only sneak into the room where Yang Lan was in the night when the night was quiet, and peeked quietly.

Although the room was given by the monsoon smoke, Yang Lan did not need to sleep at all, and did not need to eat. After returning from the day, he stood in the room straight, and did not take a look at it. Even the roaring dogs lying on the ground were More vivid than him.

After five days, Zuo Nuo handed over the three-pointed and two-edged knife that had been built to the hands of the monsoon smoke. The lean man, under the torment of these days, the whole person’s face looked wilted, and other bodyguards. Looking at him without any curiosity, Zuo Nuo could only wave his hand with a look of innocence.

He is just an amateur blacksmith. When the lady comes up, he will set up such a complicated task for him. He... is bitter!

Compared with Zuo Nuo's sad reminder, the monsoon smoke is very satisfied with the three-pointed and two-edged knife. She deliberately took out the golden water from the space soul jade, and painted it with a brush on the long handle of the three-pointed and two-edged knife. There is a curse of the road.

After the mantra painting, the original seemingly ordinary, even some weird three-pointed and two-edged knives, as if covered by a layer of silver light, the monsoon smoke happily dragged the three-pointed two-edged knife to find Yang Lan, Did not pay attention to the expression of Zuo Nuo's stunned expression.

”Hey, little Nono, your technique of hitting iron is getting better and better, and that thing looks very domineering.” The guards joked.

Zuo Nuo has no face, he can guarantee that when he handed the three-pointed and two-edged knife to the monsoon smoker, the thing is definitely not so domineer now!