The Last Time

Lu Miao clicked her tongue and flicked her finger forcefully at the grass.

Gu Shiyan only saw a flash of white light at her fingertip, and then the Yin-Yang Grass obediently settled down, winding itself around her slender finger.

Was it tamed just like that?

"While this grass is poisonous, it's also a rare medicinal herb. It belongs to me now," Lu Miao said without any hesitation.

If she were to auction it off at the underground auction, she could easily fetch at least five million.

She couldn't miss out on this stroke of unexpected luck.

As she turned to go upstairs, she took a couple of steps and then turned back to him. "Are you sure there's only this one? No other objects?"

After all, this was money, and it would be a waste if Gu Shiyan unknowingly discarded anything valuable.

Gu Shiyan: ...

How could he still see a hint of excitement and wanting more in her eyes!

His little friend's hobbies seemed a bit peculiar!