Going Poor (1)

Soon, another million low-grade spirit stones were spent.

However, Zhu Wuyang didn't even finish strolling through a street full of stalls. One could imagine how many things Zhu Wuyang wanted to buy on this street.

Moreover, there were many such street stalls in the market. Every month, the items on the street would change, or rather, most of the stall owners on the street would change.

Compared to the Nine Dragons City Square, Zhu Wuyang's entire fortune was not even worth a single wave in the ocean.

Most of the resources and treasures in the Southern Wasteland were gathered here. If Zhu Wuwan wanted to buy three sets of each, 100 billion spirit stones would not be enough.

Such a grand occasion was naturally what Zhu Wuyan had dreamed of.

The excited Zhu Wuwan was about to continue shopping when she heard a clear voice coming from her pocket."I want to eat something…I want to eat something…"