"Why does the dagger on her neck look exactly like Kun Wu?" Chen Fan's facial expression was caught in a geometric diversity at that split moment and even Hua Luogeng wouldn't have been able to solve the complex problem.
The shape and the pattern of the four-centimeter dagger pendant hanging on the woman's neck was similar to the Kun Wu dagger. Chen Fan swore that this unique design of the elegant dagger was absolutely the only one in the world and there was no possibility of mass production available.
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"Bro, bro, wake up!" Chen Shuguang beat Chen Fan's arm, rudely interrupting his structured, programmed thought.
"Ah...ow..." Chen Fan was confused as he looked around, and only saw Chen Shuguang and the man with the Buddha bead. The expressions on their faces were saying "you are a lost cause" while they stared at him.
The master patted Chen Fan's shoulder and said with all earnestness. "Son, she is a rose with a thorn. You can't touch her."
