"I planted and cooked it myself. A tea leaf is worth a thousand gold. The Eight Thieves have come to ask for tea many times."
The thief God introduced with a smile.
"Old fox!"
Su Xing complained deeply that the bullshit Qianjin was completely the thief god who was sticking gold on his face. It was strange that the Eight Great Thieves liked to drink this tea.
"Wow!"
The thief reached out and took out a purple-gold invitation from his arms, and wrote four big characters, "Martial Arts Conference".
"Look carefully!"
The thief threw the invitation to Su Xing. Chapter completed!