Bai Feng’s heart was tired!
He was blinded by money!
Your uncle-master is poorer than me now, but that’s not right. He still has a sum of merit points that he’s prepared to make up for his deficit.
But those merit points can not be easily used.
“Cut the crap!”
Bai Feng threw the skull to him in a bad mood and said seriously, “Don’t let others know. Many people want this thing. It’s much more valuable than that Mountain Ox’s blood essence. Keep it for yourself!”
“Got it!”
Su Yu hurriedly nodded. He had struck it rich.
He realized that there were still many benefits to joining the multi-god literature department.
Moreover, he also realized that he might be a super rich man now.
“Text of the will of ‘Heaven Breaker’, Skull of the destroyer beast, top-tier yellow-rank scribe, text of the will of ‘Thunder Blade’, 146 merit points...”
If he added in the mountain ox blood essence that he had used previously!
