85 Wager

　　Knowing that Qin Xing’er did not trust him, Fang Xing came close to her and surreptitiously held out a beast core with a smirk. "You think I can’t pay you back? These types of beast cores are worth quite a small fortune. How about this, you lend me the Spirit Stones now, and if I really lose, I’ll just pay you back with this beast core?"

Qin Xing’er took a quick glance. "Fifth-tier beast core. It’s not exactly worth a thousand low-grade Spirit Stones, is it?"

A little angry, Fang Xing said, "Look again!" With a quick movement of his hand, this time another four beast cores appeared in his right palm, all of them shimmering brightly.