Looking at Su Yu, Liu Taixu shook his head with a bitter smile. “Sigh, it’s fated that this child can’t be mine!”
This living immortal herb was far enough to pay off the debt.
Amidst the jealousy and envy of the crowd, Su Yu carefully cut out the living immortal herb.
Yu Xiang Wan was dumbfounded. She felt that Su Yu’s luck was too heaven-defying.
He could still come back from the dead?
However, he could only be envious.
If it was him, he would not have the courage to borrow such a huge sum of money to open this seventh-grade nine serenity crystal.
Su Yu heaved a sigh of relief.
At least he did not take the risk for nothing.
In this apocalypse feast, besides the silver-robed old man, Su Yu should have earned more time crystals from it.
Weighing the immortal grass, Su Yu thought to himself, this should be what the little qilin was talking about, right?
Unexpectedly, the little qilin’s urging voice sounded in his mind again.
