I’ll Play You to Death

"Brother Wuji, do you know Di Beiming?" Yun Chujiu almost burst out laughing. If the gigolo knew that someone said he was gay, he would probably be so angry that he would hit his head against the wall!

"Of course I recognize that inexpressive man. Keep these Spirit Stones. If you run out of flowers, ask me for more." Xue Wuji changed the topic without batting an eyelid.

Yun Chujiu looked at the pile of shiny Spirit Stones on the ground and said with a smile, "Brother Wuji, the storage bags given out by my sect are too small. Can you give me a few storage bags?"

Yun Chujiu took out the storage bag given by the sect and said with a look of disdain.

Xue Wuji's eyes flashed. "Little Sister Jiu, I see that you don't have any spiritual power. How do you use the storage bag?"