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The white-haired elder was a bit stunned at the moment, only feeling a darkness before his eyes, as the nun who was as beautiful as a jade vanished, and a daoist as strong as a bear appeared in front of him.
A huge shadow covered the light and enveloped his figure, and without even smelling, he knew the person before him was filled with the Pure Yang Qi he hated the most.
"You gonna talk, or did you leave your vocal cords at home?"
"I want your firewood knife, but I don't want to pay; what should I do?"
"Got any more? I'd like to buy a few more."
Yi Chen picked up the white-haired elder's firewood knife and flicked the blade with his finger, grinning wickedly in the moonlight.
He really did want that knife; it wasn't just empty talk.
As soon as he gripped the handle, a trickle of cool qi entered his body, and his Deep Red Value immediately increased by twenty points, which surprised and delighted him.
