Preston Chen was always upset because of Tuoba Cyril's incident. Now when he heard the broken gong announcing the door to his house, he felt a little mischievous. He cupped his hands to everyone and said, "Xiao Ke is really lucky to see you in this life." You heroes of the multi-demon group. I wonder which hero is here to rob me?"
The bandits were a little hesitant when they heard what he said. They felt that this young man had such a good temper and had the patience to listen to everyone's names, so they felt a little embarrassed to try to rob him again. But if we let him go, wouldn't the other pedestrians who were stopped also have to kick their noses in the face and leave, so who else will be snatched away this time? Zhu Rongmin poked his head out from behind the two big black men and said: "Friend, if you are wise, just give me half of your money and we will send you a ride. Otherwise, Brother Asheng's knife is not a vegetarian."
He said in a broken voice: "By the way, boy, you must remember clearly that my knife is made of real steel!"
Preston Chen saw that his sword was really not like those in the army, and was extremely thin. It was unknown which village blacksmith cut corners and cut materials to make it, so he said, "Brother Yang is really a good sword. It is worth at least twenty taels of silver, right?"
Seeing him praising his knife, Po Luo Throne felt very happy and said, "Actually, it's only worth dozens of five baht... Hey! Friend, what on earth do you want to do?"
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