"I don't need your protection, and I don't want to be your girlfriend. I'll make the clothes for you; come and get them in three days," I solemnly promised He Youfei.
He Youfei asked dubiously, "Will you really make them? Do you know how to make clothes?"
"I am the only bloodline of the Yin Yang Life and Death Embroidery; what do you think, can I make them?" I bluffed, puffing up my face to look more confident.
He Youfei, suffering from a terminal illness and having no other choice, could only choose to believe me. He barked fiercely, "I'm giving you three days. If you dare to deceive me, don't blame me for not being nice to you and your mother!"
After speaking, he viciously threw away the cigarette he had chewed up in his mouth.
Then he mounted his motorcycle with his entourage and left.
I stood there, flipping through my notes, searching for the record of the Life-Extending Robe.
