"Sneaky!"
Julius Reed didn't pay attention to that sword.
Something he doesn't want, no one else can take!
Its value doesn't matter.
If he needs it in the future, he'll snatch it back himself!
For now, he doesn't want it, regardless of whose hands it falls into, it has nothing to do with him!
The street situation was wrapping up.
The Undead Tribe, after paying a heavy price, fled through the gate!
Julius Reed spotted the figure, leaped into the air, jumped down from the tavern's top floor, continuously crossing rooftops, heading towards that figure!
Looks very familiar!
But for the moment, he couldn't recall who it was.
What puzzled Julius Reed was that this figure suddenly vanished.
No matter how he searched, he couldn't see it.
Inside a civilian home.
Aron Jackson pressed closely against the wall, not daring to breathe.
He is just an ordinary person, without the abundant spiritual power of a martial artist.
