Xie Wuchu pulled out a large bag and said respectfully, "Mr. Mo, these are the precious medicinal herbs we have collected, according to our purchase cost, it will be fifty million."
Mo Huasong took the bag and opened it, a smile appeared on his face.
Although these herbs are not a thousand years old, they are centuries old and it is beneficial for cultivation.
Presumably, these centuries-old herbs could help him advance one or two levels in his cultivation realm.
"Mu Fanxuan, pay up," Mo Huasong glanced at Mu Fanxuan.
Mu Fanxuan, bored watching TV, looked surprised at Mo Huasong's words.
That's fifty million, how could he have the gall to ask her to pay?
Seeing Mu Fanxuan staring at him, Mo Huasong got a bit angry and said, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and give me fifty million."
"I, I have no money," Mu Fanxuan wanted to pick up her high heels and bang on Mo Huasong's head a thousand and one times.
