C573 I Am a Sword Cultivator

"Can you hand over that white-haired mouse?"

The faint voice pulled Nangong Fan back from his thoughts.

"What are you talking about? I don't think I understand."

Nangong Fan clenched his fists so hard that they cracked. His eyes became sharper and sharper.

It was not because he coveted the treasure that Xia Chuo stole from him.

If Xia Chuo had spoken kindly to him