Hearing that Zhang Song compared his head with a pig's, the masked men around him laughed again.
"Zhang Song, you said two wrong places." The leader of the masked men did not smile. He looked at Zhang Song and said coldly, "First, your head is worth much more than a pig's head. Second, we came to let you have a little thing. Unless it's absolutely necessary, we don't want to take your head away."
Hearing what the leader of the masked men said, Dongfang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it was an object, as long as it was not hurt.
"May I ask what you want to take from me?" Zhang Song looked at him and asked coldly.
The leader touched his nose and said lightly, "Since you are so cooperative, we can just ask for it. As for my left hand and my left foot, I think this deal is quite
