"Little brother, your sister here adores you so much. Can you really be so heartless as not to help me out?" Gong Ningyue pleaded pitifully.
"Even if you flaunt yourself until tomorrow morning and tear your chest, don't dream that I would agree!" Zhang Xiaohao said sternly.
"Hmph! I knew it, you're the type who won't take action until you see the rabbit," Gong Ningyue snorted coldly.
"As long as you agree to get that ten-thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine for me, I promise to give you ten thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicines afterward!"
Seeing that Zhang Xiaohao remained unmoved,
Gong Ningyue gritted her teeth and spoke again.
"Fifteen thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicines!"
"Final offer, twenty thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicines, plus I want one-third of the ten-thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
"Zhang Xiaohao, don't go too far!" Gong Ningyue said with a cold face.
