Aren't those my eyeballs? Song Shuhang's divine sense swept over the pair of eyeballs.
I didn't think that they could become gambling chips.
Doesn't that mean that they are very valuable?
In the future, could I make a living by selling my eyes?
In an instant, numerous thoughts flashed through Song Shuhang's mind.
After the three-eyed young man gave his approval, Fairy Creation brought her other hand out of Song Shuhang's right eye socket and made an OK gesture.
They had reached an agreement.
Afterward, both of her palms retracted into Song Shuhang's head.
The three-eyed young man nodded and said, "I will prepare some treasures that have the same value as that pair of eyes. You can choose two of them."
He waved his hand, and a pile of treasures materialized in mid-air before Song Shuhang.
