A group of people surrounded the two of us, as if they wanted to carve their gaze into my body.

A few minutes passed, and someone leaned into Bashan's ear and said something.

Bashan turned his head to look at me and translated, "He asked you, how do you sell this?" ”

"Not for sale." I looked up at the crowd and smiled, "Send a friend." ”

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Chapter 952 of "Northern Onmyoji" Disasters continue to be hit in the hand, please wait a moment,

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