Liu Zhuoyan stepped aside, his face written with scorn.
"Hehe, just a moment ago, I asked you all nicely to sell me the Sword Fruit. If you had done so, I would have remembered your kindness. Now, good... Will you dare not hand over the Sword Fruit when Brother Rashomon asks for it?"
Qin Qing's eyebrows twitched as he looked at Rashomon, "You want the Sword Fruit in my hand?"
Qin Qing asked with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, but then, to Rashomon's face, he swallowed the Sword Fruit in his hand in one gulp.
"You!" Rashomon was about to explode with rage, but at that moment, another Sword Fruit appeared in Qin Qing's hand.
It turned out that Qin Qing indeed had more than one Sword Fruit in his hand.
"Good, this Sword Fruit shall be mine..." Rashomon thought that Qin Qing, having swallowed one Sword Fruit, intended to hand over the second one to him.
He was just about to take the Sword Fruit from Qin Qing's hand.
