C180 A clean face

Chu Chen lowered his leg hair as a pear blossom floated before his eyes. Lifting his hand, Chu Chen held the Pear Blossom in his hand. "There are still five hundred thousand gold in the eighteen strongholds. I have searched almost the entire eighteen strongholds but still haven't found any places to hide."

The hand under Shui Qingyan's sleeve tightened.

"Zhu Mingyi's mouth is too tight