Zhao Xin shook his head wildly.
Where was this borrowing? It was practically telling him straight to his face that they were going to fleece him.
Beibei was a little reluctant to sell some of her treasures, her little mouth full of grievance.
Long Jianni said, "Don't cry, little princess. Do you like that sword? Auntie has twenty thousand here, so I'll just give it to you."
Zhao Xin: "..."
"Thank you, Auntie. You're much cuter than Uncle Xin."
Getting a storage ring made Beibei beam from ear to ear, but there was still a gap compared to the current auction price.
The main thing was that Beibei couldn't bear to take out those treasures of hers.
Ling Yun's brow, however, never relaxed; it remained in a slightly furrowed state the whole time.
What on earth had happened in Lion City, and why was the Dragon Bone Sword here?
"Brother Yun, what is the origin of this sword? Why are so many people fighting over it?"
"Hurry up and sit down everyone, listen to my daddy brag... ah bah... no, no, listen to him popularize knowledge."
The little one was the first to sit down, pricking up her little ears.
"Then let me tell you about it."
The Dragon Bone Sword possessed divine power and the might of nature, acting as the nemesis of the Demon Race. It was specially designed to deal with members of the Demon Race whose hearts, bodies, words, and actions were not upright, though it was lethal to humans as well.
Rumor had it that the Dragon Bone Sword could transform into a total of thirty-six swords, instantly forming a powerful array integrating offense and defense. It could be used both softly and harshly, and once trapped within it, the more one struggled, the more