บท 1567: Despicable Blossoming Moon

"Oh?" Wang Yu looked at the tower and asked doubtfully, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!" Golden Sun Blossom hurriedly shook his hand, "If I lie to you, I will be your grandson!"

"Just you wish!" Wang Yu shouted before extending his hand and said, "Hand me your weapon."

"This… this isn't nice, right?" Golden Sun Blossom was in a difficult spot.

A player's weapon was equivalent to a player's root. According to the words of the players, one could lose his life but not his weapon.

"Oh? Or do you want me to rip your clothes?" Wang Yu stared fiercely into Golden Sun Blossom's eyes.

"Here you go!"

Golden Sun Blossom shivered fearfully as he handed Wang Yu his staff.

What a joke! Handing over the weapon was merely losing a weapon. If his clothes were ripped, he would lose both his weapon and his pride. Who would forget the looks of a naked vice-president of one of the biggest guilds in the city?