chapter 1349 Gambling on stones

Across the table sat a cultivator as thin as a rail. He appeared to be around sixty years old, with a face full of white whiskers and wrinkles.

"Pirro, wasn't your last loss miserable enough? Not only did you lose all your Green Stones, but also three lives," he remarked.

With a clatter, Pirro spilled all forty Green Stones onto the table.

"Gucci, I'll gamble with you one last time. If I lose, I'll disappear from Kuangsha City, and my Green Stone mine will be yours," Pirro proposed.

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