บท 133: Chapter 39 Trading of Magic Scrolls (Part 1)_1

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Nian Bing was a clever man. Having experienced everything that happened in Bing Xue City, he didn't want any trouble. If the man was just insulting him, he would've considered him no more than an annoying fly. However, this middle-aged man had insulted his mother — effectively striking at the very sorest wound in Nian Bing's heart. In an instant, his gaze changed, yet a smile appeared across his face.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man felt a chill creeping over him; an unwarranted coldness gripped his heart. "Stop smiling," he growled, attempting to cover up the rising fear within him by slapping the grin off Nian Bing's face.

"And you should respect your father," retorted Nian Bing. A deep blue light flashed by like smoke, accompanied by a ghastly spectacle of blood. The Mercenary Guild was filled with a pig-slaughter-like shriek.