His tall and burly figure wandered among the magical artifacts, touching here and looking there, his eyes shining while shamelessly saying, "So many good things, Can, aren't you going to gift your brother one?"
"What are you thinking?" Qiu Can, with a big dark face, said irritably, "These aren't my personal possessions."
"Each item is registered. If one goes missing, the old man will kill me."
"You have to pay with merit points, or exchange for Star Stones, otherwise, I can't make up for the loss."
However, as cousins, Qiu Can surely wouldn't extort his cousin, waving a large hand toward the courtyard full of magical artifacts.
"Of course, we can talk about the price, friendship price!"
"Stingy!" Qiu Ming muttered, standing before a nearly two-meter bronze giant axe, unable to move further.
His hands itching, he directly picked it up and started swinging it around the courtyard.
