Cheng Wenjie and Zhang Wenjie were completely confused. No matter how imaginative they were, they could not imagine what had just happened.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Silence followed the invitation, but it wasn't long before Cheng Shi's expression became interesting.

Zhang Jizu raised his eyebrows and found that Cheng Shi seemed to know this thing, but he was not surprised. After all, this clown doll looked like a creature with a [fraud] color. So he squinted his eyes and asked: "You know it, what's the situation?"

Cheng Shi nodded and shook his head. He walked over and picked up the clown puppet from the ground. After looking at it for a moment, he laughed and said:

"This is what I wanted, but before you killed him, I never thought that the so-called identity was like this."

Zhang Jizu understood it immediately. Although he didn't know what the use of this clown-like puppet was, he had a vague idea when he heard the word "identity", because this substitute puppet could be related to a person's identity.

"I know I can't really kill him with just a doll, but what the heck is this?

You'd better tell me that this is a valuable item, because the surrogate doll just now is worth a lot of money."

Cheng Shi smiled meaningfully:

“No matter how much that surrogate doll is worth, I can compensate you.

But you are right, this clown substitute in my hand is also valuable.

Most importantly, it is a gift from my Lord, but the way it was given is a little bit different this time."

"......"

Give?

The corners of Zhang Jizu's narrowed eyes twitched slightly. He was thinking, shouldn't this belong to Mo Shu?

No, you [fraud] also say "robbery" in such a unique way?

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