Wan Jingtian's words are indeed somewhat... well, shameless.
Yes, he moved all the "good things" of the cottage, but in his poor and broken cottage, where is there any magic weapon...
Wan Jingtian's expression remained unchanged, and continued to speak big words: "Seriously, I just don't want to use those magic weapons to deal with you! Otherwise, your pretentious river waves and rocks will really be cracked by me in minutes. I came here sincerely and want to prosper with you! You have to trust me, I will protect you and make you better and better."
Di Ling was a little embarrassed: "But how do I know that what you say is true? How do I know that you really have the magic weapon to protect me?"
"Well—" Wan Jingtian pretended to be meditating, and he said, "I do have a lot of magic weap
