Ye Jing let out a cold smile and took out another square sandalwood box. Pointing at the thirteen silver needles inside, thinner than her fingers, she said, "Then explain to me again, what are these thirteen things",Chu Chen raised an eyebrow and said, "Though I, Chu Chen, am poor, I do not eat food that comes beggingly.",After finishing his words, Mu Huo's eyes burned with intense heat.。