Su Ran was greatly alarmed and desperately held onto his Illusion Demon black robe, refusing to yield.
Are you kidding? Just because I am a grown man, why should I ruin my reputation with you? Did you think I was a naive youngster, foolishly baring my waist for your viewing pleasure?
"Lord Yin Si, I protest!" Su Ran shouted, "It's not proper for men to have such intimate contact! I hope you understand."
Yin Si in the black robe paused, realizing that his actions were over the top. He released his hold on Su Ran's black robe, regretfully glanced at Su Ran's waist, then said, "All right. What do you need? Speak."
"Stay there a moment, Lord Yin Si." Su Ran turned his back to Yin Si and, avoiding the merchant's hawk-like gaze, pulled out a high-level coffin from his waist and placed it in front of Yin Si in the black robe.
"Huh?"
Yin Si in the black robe was curious. What kind of valuable thing would be placed in such an unlucky object?
A corpse? Clothing? An urn?