However, no one could let go of his words.
"Young master Xia, can you not mock us?" Who doesn't know that you've dug out all the moon essence of the Eagle Group? do you still lack moon essence?"
Xia qingchen nodded with a serious look on his face. "Of course it's bad."
Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what Xia qingchen was up to.
If he didn't remember wrongly, Xia qingchen should have an eighth-grade moon marrow, right?
When everyone was in a daze, Linglong, who was walking with her head lowered, accidentally bumped into Xia qingchen's back.
The object in his hand fell to the ground and rolled on it.
The people present looked over subconsciously, and their pupils shrank.
"Eighth grade moon marrow!"
it's that eighth-grade moon marrow!!
Exclamations rose one after another. Everyone's eyes trembled violently as they resisted the urge to pick it up.
They were afraid that if they picked it up, they would not be willing to return it.
