Qiuqiu immediately waved his two tree branches. "No, no, no, Qiuqiu doesn't have anything at all."
However, Qiao Mu knew from his sheepishness that he was hiding something.
She tried her best to crack open a smile on her taut, stoic face and caught one of Qiuqiu's tree branches in her hands. "Qiuqiu ah! Master is telling you. Master only needs 997 pieces of black spirit jade, and the rest is yours!"
The sapling was stupefied.
Wh-Why the heck did these words sound so strange? I-If he didn't hand it over, not only would the rest be his, all of it would still be his!
"No, no, no, I don't have any! Master, Qiuqiu is very poor." Qiuqiu flipped over his two tree branch palms in helplessness, showing how broke he was.
On the side, Mo Lian couldn't resist laughing out loud upon seeing their interaction.
