Trinket held it in his left hand and drew it from its sheath.As he did so, he felt a breath of cold air strike him in the face.

• 韦小宝左手握住剑柄，拔了出来，只觉一股寒气扑面而至，鼻中一酸，“阿乞”一声，打了个喷嚏，再看那匕首时，剑身如墨，半点光泽也没有。