In spring, it blooms profusely, and one can only see the beads of sweat on men's foreheads.,A cold, chilling smile played upon the tip of his blade as it gleamed before Handao's eyes. It was a smile as sharp and unforgiving as his own.,As they were talking, his phone rang. He passed the phone to the front, a sinister glint in his eyes: "You'll die together, at least you won't be lonely on your journey to hell! The property will all be ours!"。