C495 Stephen's Value

"Where is my divine artifact?"

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, the little red bat broke free from Zhang Xiaoyue's hand and directly turned into a pale-faced middle-aged man. It then sat on the ground and started to cry.

"Where did my divine tool go?"

Looking at Stephen, who was crying like a silly son of the landlords, Chu Tian felt his nose sour. No matter what