"Pick it out." Ye Qiqi shrugged his shoulders and said to Ye Cheng'an with a relaxed expression: "Don't you have a long sword on your waist? Lend it to me."
"This?" Ye Chengan lowered his head, took off the long sword from his waist, handed it to Ye Qiqi and said, "How do you use this?"
Ye Qiqi took the long sword handed over by Ye Chengan, and with a slight twitch of his right hand, he took the long sword out of the scabbard.
She threw the scabbard back to Ye Chengan, looked up and down at the long sword in her hand with a pair of clear eyes, and nodded: "This sword looks pretty good."
"That's natural. This is the heirloom of my Prime Minister's Palace." Ye Chengan nodded proudly, and then as if he had realized something, he pointed at his long sword with trembling fingers, and then at Mo Han. Qing's back said: "You don't want to use my long sword to help him dig out the darts, right? No... Don't you think this long sword is not easy to use?"
"What's wrong?" Ye Qiqi tilted his head, blinked at Ye Chengan with a pair of big black and white eyes, and said with a wicked smile: "Anyway, as long as it's sharp enough, you see, this legend in your family The treasure of the family, the blade of the sword looks quite sharp.”
As she spoke, she made a gesture with the long sword on Mo Hanqing's back, and continued: "I pointed at his back, so that I could make a cut, and then use the blade to dig like this , didn’t the dart embedded in his flesh and blood just come out?”
“…”
Ye Chengan listened to her description and looked at Mo Hanqing's bleeding back. He couldn't help but shuddered and said, "You... need to make several incisions..."
"Yeah, how many darts do you need to cut a few holes?" Ye Qiqi nodded and answered seriously.
"This..." Ye Chengan looked at her and caught a glimpse of Mo Hanqing from the corner of his eye. He saw someone's body stiffen instantly after hearing these words.
Ye Chengan coughed a few times in embarrassment and asked Ye Qiqi with a stammering voice: "Then... is this long sword too big... Don't you think it would be easier to use a dagger to deal with such a small wound?" What?"
Ye Qiqi was startled for a moment, then spread his hands and said helplessly: "It would be best if there was a dagger, but there is no dagger in front of me. Hey, a long sword will do just fine anyway."
"Don't... don't... we must not let this happen!!" Ye Chengan quickly waved his hand towards Ye Qiqi and said: "Wait a minute, I remember that Leng Liu usually carries a dagger with him, I'll ask you something ask."
As he spoke, he opened the curtain of the carriage and hurriedly asked Leng Liu for the dagger.
Within a moment, Ye Chengan got into the car again with a sharp dagger in his hand.
"Then, here you go." He handed the dagger to Ye Qiqi, then with lightning speed he snatched his long sword back from her hand and said: "This dagger is small, you can use it Be more comfortable."
"Oh." Ye Qiqi took the dagger and looked at it honestly, then turned around, gestured towards Mo Hanqing's blood-stained back, and said to himself: "Where should I start? Where to start..."
Ye Chengan looked at the way she was holding the dagger, as if she was holding a kitchen knife and looking at the fish on the chopping board.