To keep the short sword from hurting people, the heretic bureau had found special materials to make the sheath.
At this moment, Fu Ye was showing off to the child by the roadside.
"This sheath is pretty, isn't it? I designed it. The short sword looks good after it's been cleaned. It's the sharpest weapon I've ever seen. It cuts if you touch it gently."
Lu Xiaocha took the dagger and easily drew it out under the shocked gazes of the heretics. The originally rusty and dirty dagger was completely black after being cleaned, and there was a small groove on the blade.
"You, you, you… you're fine?!"
The flashy man looked at Lu Xiaocha in shock. Good lord, this sword must be judging people based on looks, wasn't it? Previously, they had been extremely cold when they got close to it. Even if their bodies were strong and full of Yang energy, they could not hold this dagger.
But now, such a soft little girl was actually fine holding it!
