123. Mother and Son

If Shen Qian had had such a thing back then, he wouldn't have needed a vacation. Then again, he probably wouldn't have been willing to spend a hundred thousand on a Magic Artifact.

Lu Li was unfamiliar with the market, but a Magic Artifact selling for only a hundred thousand meant the old Taoist definitely gave him a secret discount.

Lu Li accepted this favor.

He relayed the results to Yang Chunxue, who reluctantly, with frequent backward glances, returned to her bedroom to mitigate her desire to pet the cat with video games.

The orange cat, lifting one leg and cleaning its belly, raised its head to look at Lu Li, who was hanging a Dracula painting on the wall.

"Brother, don't hang it too high... I'm afraid of heights, lower it a bit, right there, thanks a bunch."

The temporary spot for the Dracula painting was next to the door, separated by a door from a mannequin.