Seeing the greedy looks on their faces, Lu Sangjiu was amused.
She hadn't even planned on bothering them, yet here they were, thinking of robbing her?
She was just about to speak when Shen Yuzhao, beside her, earnestly answered them first.
"Sorry, that belongs to my Little Junior Sister. I can't give it to you."
After he spoke, he took out a dozen or so Mid-grade Spirit Stones from his storage bag. With a sincere expression, he said, "But you did protect me, so I'll pay you double the market rate. How about ten Mid-grade Spirit Stones for each of you?"
Lu Sangjiu: "..."
'Her third senior brother was so naive, he was the type who'd get sold and still help the seller count the money.'
The corner of her mouth twitched, and she moved to stop Shen Yuzhao.
But the man beat her to it, disdainfully slapping the Spirit Stones out of Shen Yuzhao's hand and onto the ground.
"Ten Mid-grade Spirit Stones each? Are you treating us like beggars?!"
