"Damn, you even know the price of spicy hot pot is six yuan a bowl; can we still play happily after this?" Wang Hao said with a look of disgust.
Bing Ji hooked her finger at Wang Hao and said coldly, "Hand it over, and I might consider leaving you a whole corpse!"
Wang Hao grimaced, lifted the black leather bag in his hand towards Bing Ji, and said, "Alright, since you want it so much, take it!"
As he spoke, Wang Hao casually tossed the black leather bag over to her.
Seeing this, Bing Ji stomped the ground with one foot and somersaulted in mid-air, reaching for the black leather bag.
When Bing Ji opened the leather bag, she found a bomb with its fuse already lit inside. Shocked, she quickly threw it away.
"Boom!"
The bag exploded on the spot, knocking Bing Ji to the ground with the violent blast, her eardrums ringing.
"Saintess, Saintess!"
At that moment, the Ghost Swordsman rushed over in a hurry.
