"Hey buddy, don't you know in our era, personal strength is secondary; magical treasures and flying swords are the key to determining victory?"
Su Yuan patted Jin Hao's shoulder with the Chi Yuan Sword, somewhat speechless:
"Are you always this brave?"
Glancing at the Chi Yuan Sword with its sinister evil qi, occasionally licking his neck with a blood-colored sword light, Jin Hao nervously swallowed his saliva, wanting to cry but having no tears!
Who said he hadn't investigated Su Yuan's background? Isn't he just a poor kid working part-time jobs to make ends meet?
Not only does he live in a shared rental, but he also begs for money in livestreams every day.
The only special thing about him is that he earned a little pocket money with his great roast meat skills, nothing more.
How could culinary skills have any relation to fighting?
To someone like Jin Hao, a second-generation rich kid, could what Su Yuan earned from livestreaming even be considered money?
