If you ignore that puddle of blurred flesh and the corpse on the ground, it would be much more beautiful.
If there were a horror movie soundtrack playing now, it might scare someone to death.
"Put the stuff down, let's go."
Before Vivian lost her temper, Ning Fan quickly said, "These things aren't worth anything, taking them is useless."
"Really?"
Vivian's angry look disappeared, making a dragon give up its acquired wealth is akin to riding it in some ways.
"Of course it's... fake."
The crystal decorations might not be worth much, but those gilded utensils were genuine.
But Ning Fan absolutely couldn't say that, or Vivian would cling to them, causing an awkward situation.
"I never lie to you. This place is just like the hotel we stayed at before, all for decoration, not worth anything."
The same thing happened at The Venetian Hotel, if it weren't for Ning Fan's intervention, it might have become Vivian's lair.
"So it's not worth anything."
