Be Good, Don't Look

This was what Yan Ye couldn't figure out no matter how hard he thought about it. Has this fellow always been short of money? What was the use of having someone else's tomb no matter how good it is?

"An item left behind by a god is definitely much better than most treasures in the Central Continent, right?" Beiting Huang said matter-of-factly. "You said it yourself. It's a construction-type artifact. Who would complain about having too many treasures?"

One had to know that she had risked her life in her previous life. In the rain of bullets, she had stepped on corpses time and time again and waded through the sea of blood. Wasn't it all to earn more money?

Yan Ye didn't know what she had experienced in the past. He only felt his heart ache terribly. "Huang'er, I have a palace with all kinds of rare treasures inside. They will all belong to you in the future."