Well, damn.
Had these two let their imaginations run wild?
Seeing their expressions and reactions, a thought flashed through Chen Wen's mind.
Before Chen Wen could say anything, Su Yourong spoke again. "You're taking too much of a loss this way. How about this—the Spirit Spear is yours, and we'll take the other two."
Su Xingyue said nothing, clearly acquiescing to the decision.
Damn it, no.
Chen Wen hurriedly said, "No, no, that really wouldn't be appropriate. I'd feel guilty taking it."
"You..."
Su Yourong drew a deep breath before saying, "How about this? I can't really let you suffer a loss."
As she spoke, she flipped her hand, and an imperial medicine appeared in her palm.
"This is Thousand Year Blood Spirit Ginseng. It can restore depleted blood vitality and temporarily increase one's strength."
"Consider this imperial medicine my compensation to you. But if you use it to forcibly raise your strength, you may end up exploding to death."
"So when taking it, be sure to watch the dosage."
Thousand Year Blood Spirit Ginseng.
What a good thing.
Chen Wen's eyes immediately lit up. "Then I won't stand on ceremony, Senior Sister."
"Take it."
With a lift of Su Yourong's hand, the Thousand Year Blood Spirit Ginseng shot toward Chen Wen.
Chen Wen quickly caught it with both hands.
The instant the Blood Spirit Ginseng landed in his hands, he felt a dense wave of blood vitality rush over him.
It really was a good thing.
No wonder geniuses knew how to be generous.
"Little Wen, thank Senior Sister."
Chen Wen spoke again, his words far more sincere this time.
"No need for that. This is what you deserve."
Su Yourong was quite satisfied with Chen Wen's attitude.
At the same time, her favorable impression of Chen Wen deepened