Zhao Yefei's eyes were frost-stained, "He is in seclusion."
"It seems that the owner of the manor is deliberately trying to protect the mastermind behind this." Wu Yuanbai smiled, and his whole body became excited.
"The black hand behind the scenes." Zhao Yefei's eyes swept across the faces of Xingchi Monk, Lou Chimeng and other people who had received the artifact from Pu Huan, with a cold expression, "Ungrateful, a bunch of Sc*m."
It has been many years since anyone dared to speak rudely in front of him. There was a hint of displeasure in the monk Xingchi's eyes, but he still suppressed it, "Donor, I just want to ask the Sword God for confirmation. If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. What do you have to be afraid of?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a cold sword light filled with murderous intent standing in front of him.
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