Treasure

Lu Xiaocha pouted and muttered, "I originally had a gift for you, but now it depends on my mood."

Her expression was proud and smug.

Fu Ye's hand itched to pinch her face again.

"Deputy Captain, you guys… Whoa! What's going on!"

The Daoist priest and the flashy man who had found this way jumped up in shock.

When they realized that the snake was already dead, their hearts were in turmoil.

"Find out what grade of heretic this is!"

It was obvious that this was not a normal snake.

The flashy man scanned it with his phone. Just as Fu Ye had seen, the introduction to the Grade A heretic Dark Golden Snake came up.

"Holy f*ck! Grade A!"

"How did it die?!"

This was a Grade A heretic. It died just like that!

Lu Xiaocha threw the blame on Yin Shian without hesitation. "Him."

Yin Shian, who was holding a big vase. "…"

Y-yes, that works too.