Kill a Di

“Hehe.” Feng Xing’s weird laughters came from a woods far away.

Di Sha's face twitched intensely, looking at the bangle held in Ji Hao's hand, with a sorrowful look, as if someone had been cutting his heart with a sharp dagger. That bangle was a genuine treasure, gifted to him by his father. Its inner space was immense, enough to store all supplies that could support an entire army for a whole year. That bangle was a real strategic treasure.

Nevertheless, compared to his own dignity, Di Sha chose that dignity without any hesitation.