"It's you again, what exactly do you want with my daughter?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Little Treasure Hunter: "Are you the wanted Ghost Ring King?"
With these words, the onlookers around chimed in:
"It's it!"
"No mistake! It's definitely it! It's the only Ghost Ring King with that color!"
"Brothers, don't let it escape! That's one million Alliance Currency!"
"Xun Xun..."
Little Treasure Hunter's cheeks puffed up more and more, clearly fuming.
Qiao Sang looked at the man's purple grape hair accessory, his mouth twitching violently, but remained silent.
More and more people were gathering.
The man silently pulled the little girl back into the crowd.
"Spatial Lockdown." Qiao Sang spoke: "Only lock down the male."
No sooner had he spoken than a flash of red fire passed by.
As it swept past the man, the little girl vanished from sight.
The man glanced at the spot where the girl had been, his expression changing.
