After dinner, Tang Luo wanted to chat with the two women and deepen their affection.
But both girls didn't care to pay him much attention, like throwing a warm face against a cold butt.
What made him even more depressed was that even Erha ignored him, treating him like a dog that cared for no one.
To avoid the awkwardness, he could only return to his room to continue counting the spoils of war!
Of the loot he brought back, he had already counted most of it, some of which were ancient treasures of inestimable value!
This made him very happy; he conservatively estimated that he could sell them for another billion, today's harvest was truly not small!
"Huh? What's this thing?"
Suddenly, Tang Luo's gaze fell on a corner of the luggage, where there was a black stone the size of a fist.
He picked up the stone and observed it carefully, no matter how he looked, it seemed like an ordinary stone with nothing special.
"Would that guy, Zhou Dafa, collect a broken stone in the safe?"
