"Yes, that's what you mean..."

Feng Chenglin nodded solemnly.

"If it was me, I would definitely marry a young and beautiful little lady, so that you old guys who are not good at knives, envy and hate me..."

"Anyway, whether my knife works well, I know, you don't know, right?"

"From left to right, my reputation has gone out. Whether it's true or not, outsiders can only watch the excitement. You say... Isn't it important to marry a little lady?"

The old man's eyes flickered, and he looked like: "I'll just say, why do those old things still have energy, and then marry that tender and tender little girl..."

He suddenly paused and looked at Feng Chenglin.

In his eyes, there was a look of guilty conscience.

Feng Chenglin's heart was about to laugh--this old man, he wouldn't really have his blade curled up. Isn't it easy to use?

Otherwise, how could there be such a feeling?

but?

On the surface, he had to pretend to be innocent, staring into his eyes without understanding.

"No, old man, did I say something wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"

The old man coughed twice and scratched his head: "No, I suddenly felt that your kid is really not worthless. At this critical moment, what he said is reasonable!"

After humming twice, looking at Yin Nineteen, it is not so unpleasant.

"Old things, don't be afraid of being condemned by the gods and harming the little lady..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

To harm this kind of thing, Zhou Yu also had to fight Huang Gai, one willing to fight another willing to suffer.

If the little lady is unwilling to die, isn't Yin Nineteen still worrying about the fact that she is being greened?

That being the case, how dare you marry another bride so unscrupulously?

However, this is the freedom of others to marry a wife and have children.

not to mention--

"Old man, are you...nosy? Even if the road is uneven and we want to draw a knife to help, we have to draw a knife to help, don't we? Although Master Yin is getting older, maybe...maybe the blade is blunt. , But with a little bit of tricks, the knife... can still be sharpened!!"

The old man didn't recover for a while.

Grind it?

What is it?

"Boy, you speak... don't go around, sharpen the knife... how to sharpen it?"

Feng Chenglin laughed: "Old man, are you kidding me again? How else can I sharpen this knife? Of course it's a sharpening stone!"

"...Aren't you nonsense?"

Of course he also knows that sharpening a knife requires a whetstone.

But a simple whetstone can sharpen the knife?

Feng Chenglin cast an ambiguous look at him: "Of course, you can't just use a whetstone for this sharpening. It would be inconvenient to use a whetstone alone. We also need... other things. !"

A few minutes closer, Feng Chenglin's laughter was a little bit awkward.

"Old man, we are all men. If this man's knife is rolled, how can it be sharpened so that it can be used quickly and easily?"

The old man's eyes flickered, and he suddenly understood what he meant after the laugh: "You...you mean...is to use...pills or something?"

"How about it?"

Is not this nonsensical?

The old man was a little discouraged for a while.

Talking for a long time, it's all nonsense!

He also knew that he could use certain medicines to sharpen the knife.

But in this way, the symptoms are not the root cause.

After using it for a long time, the blade will still curl up!