Lin Dong walked over quietly and sat down beside Mu Zi.
Sensing his arrival, Mu Zi did not react much. She still maintained that calm and elegance, sitting there quietly.
She did not turn her head, only gently extending a fair, delicate hand.
Under the spill of the midday sun, her tender palm gave off a faint, gentle sheen.
Lin Dong swallowed. His fingers trembled slightly, and without thinking, he was about to reach out and take that fair, delicate hand.
However, in the next instant, a clear voice rang out, instantly snapping him awake.
"Ten thousand Yang Yuan Pills."
Lin Dong:.
Mu Zi, however, looked as if it were only right and proper. If he used me as a shield, he should pay a price.
Although pulling out a single hair from her was worth more than Lin Dong's entire fortune now, money that ought to be taken still had to be taken, and not a single coin less.
Lin Dong looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears. He pleaded softly, "Ten thousand is too much! I only have a total of thirty thousand Yang Yuan Pills on me."
Mu Zi turned her head, an indifferent expression appearing on her face, and simply looked at Lin Dong in silence.
Nice try. Your acting's pretty good!
You clearly have fifty thousand Yang Yuan Pills. How did it become thirty thousand?
If she had not read the original novel, Lin Dong might really have fooled her.
However, even fifty thousand Yang Yuan Pills did not seem to be of much use to Mu Zi.
A thought flashed through Mu Zi's mind. Her tone shifted as she said calmly, "It's fine if you don't give me Yang Yuan Pills."
"Help me refine some pills."
Seeing that there was room