"I said, if you really want a draw, then I'll be magnanimous and let you call it a draw." Ling Chuxi displayed the fine quality of a winner's generosity to the fullest as she waved her hand and said indifferently. However, even though he said so, he was not willing to take out the 1000 five-colored spirit stones.
No matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat. It was a virtue to be thrifty. Miss Ling felt that her image was becoming more and more glorious, full of positive energy.
Zhi Han was so angry that her lips began to tremble. She really wanted to run into Ling Chuxi and fight to the death.
"In fact, this young lady is right. Bitter lotus wood can indeed be used in this way." At this moment, a thin old man walked into the venue with a smile.
"Villa Lord Yi, villa Lord Yi." The people saluted the old man.
"This is the organizer of the heavenly treasure meet and the owner of the heavenly treasures villa." Xia Yimin quietly introduced him to Ling Chuxi.
