"Why are you short of money?" Dongfang Jiao muttered to himself, feeling a little lost. After torturing him, he came to torture his wallet. Why was he so unlucky?
Beiting Huang didn't say anything. Her eyes were fixed on the shops and floors on both sides. Although this place was simple and crude, the variety of goods here was especially eye-catching. There were magic nuclei of various grades, precious fur of magical beasts, sharp claws and skeletons that could be used for refining weapons, mutated magical beast blood, plant roots, and so on. There were also spiritual fruits that could be used to increase one's cultivation strength and assist in advancement. No wonder there were experts who robbed this place. Seeing a few types of spiritual fruits, Beiting Huang was tempted to rob them.
Who asked her to be poor?
"Your Excellency Dongfang Jiao, I've been looking for you for a long time!"
