So there was no way to verify it now that the evidence was dead?
Demon Bear Douluo's face turned green as he watched Snake Lance Douluo shake his head and sigh.
"Forget it. Our friendship has grown cold."
When Demon Bear Douluo failed to answer for a long while, Snake Lance Douluo said, heartbroken, "All these years of brotherhood between us have come to an end today."
"Stop!"
Demon Bear Douluo could no longer stand it. He waved his hands. "Enough. Stop acting. You just want two Colorless Crystals, don't you? I'll give them to you, all right?"
As he spoke, he took two of the Colorless Crystals in his hand and stuffed them into Snake Lance Douluo's hands.
"There. Is that enough? Are you satisfied?"
His voice was low as he questioned him.
But Snake Lance Douluo did not look as smug as he had imagined. Instead, he let out a long sigh. "Ah."
"What are you sighing about?" Demon Bear Douluo demanded in a low voice.
Snake Lance Douluo answered, "I was thinking, if you hadn't snapped that Rusty Samurai Sword earlier, then with the Colorless Crystals you gave me, I could have had two more."
Damn it.
Was this some kind of nesting doll routine?
Demon Bear Douluo could no longer hold back. "Get lost!" he snapped. "You're dreaming of eating shit! If I hadn't gotten itchy fingers and snapped one of your swords back then, do you think I would have given you two Colorless Crystals for no reason?"
"I'm telling you, unless you buy them, there's absolutely no way you're getting any Colorless Crystals out of me!"
"Oh, is that so? Then never mind..." Snake Lance Douluo mumbled, already arriving in front of the Disassembler.
Clink, clank.
Under Demon Bear Douluo's gaze, Snake Lance Douluo