The little bandit swiftly drew out his knife.
Yu Xiaolian swiftly tucked the little bandit into her space.
The little bandit found himself in a supermarket, greatly alarmed.
"Who are you? Where is this place?" It was so white and bright here.
So many strange things!
Yu Xiaolian patted her small chest, sighing, reckless, reckless, if she didn't handle this well, Su Jingchen might laugh at her.
No, no, she must turn the tables and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.
Yu Xiaolian steadied her mind, palm up, murmuring, "Silver come... Silver come..."
A ten-tael ingot of silver appeared out of thin air in Yu Xiaolian's palm, leaving the little bandit dumbfounded.
"Are you an Immortal?" No wonder it's so bright here, with a sweet fragrance in the air, is this the residence of an Immortal?
