This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 68 If you don't return it, I can grab it!
While speaking, Wildfire took big strides and walked forward.

When passing by Linghu Jingtian, she still did not forget to give him a sharp sideways glance.

A trace of cunning flashed in Linghu Jingtian's cold eyes, he ignored Yehuo's cold eyebrows, he just raised his right hand and waved the knife in his hand to her.

That is, the wildfire knife!

It must have been accidentally left in his room before.

Wildfire frowned slightly, stopped walking, stretched out his palm to him, and made a preemptive strike.

"Thief, give me back my knife!"

"Your knife is on my bed. In my opinion, the person who should be called a thief should be you!"

Linghu Jingtian replied with a sharp tongue.

Yehuo raised his hand to grab it, Linghu Jingtian immediately raised his arm.

He was born tall, a head taller than Wildfire, he raised his hand casually, and dodged away.

Grabbing the air with one hand, a sneer appeared on Yehuo's lips.

It was too late when Linghu Jingtian realized it, Yehuo had already snatched the knife and sheath from his waist, and quickly ran away.

Raising his foot to chase after him, he noticed Song Qiang standing in the corridor looking towards him, Linghu Jingtian retracted the raised foot.

"Please tell Yehuo and tell her that if you don't want her secret to be known to everyone, then obediently return my knife!"

Nodding to him, Song Qiang took a step and chased in the direction of Wildfire.

All the way out of the back door of the knife department, and ran towards the vegetable field on the back mountain, Yehuo shook the exquisite long knife in his hand and smiled very proudly.

In the distance, Song Qiang, who was looking at her back, had a playful look in his eyes that were always blurred.

When they came to the radish field, Song Qiang told Yehuo what Linghu Jingtian had said, and while bending over to dig the radish, he persuaded him.

"Actually, I think Senior Brother Linghu is just a bit cold-tempered. There's no need for Junior Brother Huo to have trouble with him all the time!"

"Senior Brother Song, you don't understand, it's not that I have trouble with him, it's that he has trouble with me!"

As Wildfire spoke, he raised the knife in his hand, held the scabbard, and carefully pulled out the blade.

Unlike ordinary knives, Linghu Jingtian's blade was black.

(End of this chapter)