"Is that you?"
Lin Qingluo followed the voice, looking through the cage at her: "Nine-tailed Fox Clan Princess?"
"Yes, it's me."
White Fox nodded vigorously, her narrow fox eyes brimming with bitter tears.
"How are you selling this monster?"
Lin Qingluo's eyes sparkled, looking at the skeleton head.
"By weight, the skin and flesh are cheap, and the Monster Core is calculated separately."
The skeleton head licked its face and smiled, intentionally adding: "It's not suitable to buy a monster fox, something like a hedgehog with its fat and thick meat would be more flavorful when stewed."
"Cough cough."
Lin Qingluo almost choked on her saliva.
Little Kingfisher also asked in disbelief: "By weight? Stewed Meat?"
"That's right."
The skeleton head was very certain and nodded repeatedly.
"Is the Ghost Realm this extravagant?"
Little Kingfisher felt a bit overwhelmed: "Catching monsters and eating their meat."
"Hehe."
