Ye Jing let out a cold smile and took out another square sandalwood box. Pointing at the thirteen silver needles inside, thinner than her fingers, she said, "Then explain to me again, what are these thirteen things",And this bumpkin in front of me, wearing a black vest, baggy trousers, and a pair of filthy flip-flops, looked utterly rustic aside from his rather handsome face.,Chu Chen walked toward the taxi on the side of the road. He looked at the familiar streets, a terrifying murderous aura surging in his eyes: "Seven sisters, Little Stone is back, I've come for revenge!"。