Stingy Shop (3)

While Feng Wu was hesitating, Huyan Yichen wouldn't let go of her. "You don't have the Divine Phoenix Blood. Just give me a bowl, will you? Please!"

Feng Wu, who was several years younger than Huyan Yichen, said coldly, "No."

"Tch!" Huyan Yichen glanced at Feng Wu. "It's just a little blood. Don't be so pretentious."

Feng Wu said, "Try take it from me. I dare you."

Huyan Yichen said, "I would never do such a thing! Hmph!"

He stormed off after that.

Before Huyan Yichen left, Feng Wu asked, "Can you sell me the fake iron in this corner?"

Huyan Yichen waved his hand. "Take them all!"

After that, he was out of sight.

Hearing Huyan Yichen's words, Feng Wu went straight to the pile of iron.

She crouched down and studied the iron. Every now and then, she would pick up a piece, examine it carefully in the sunlight, and smile a little as if she was looking for a bargain.