"Hmph!!"
Lan Baobao let out an indignant huff and accepted the Yellow Plum without hesitation.
Though Qin Feng had angered her so much it hurt time and again, she wasn't foolish enough to turn down a precious treasure delivered right to her door.
Why should I have to take the blame for what my main body did!?
Qin Feng sighed helplessly to himself, then took out another Yellow Plum for himself.
"Wait, Junior Brother Qin..."
Zhao Changsheng anxiously paced in circles, pointing out that he hadn't gotten one yet.
"None left!"
Qin Feng swallowed the Yellow Plum in one gulp and shrugged innocently.
It wasn't that he didn't want to give Lao Zhao one. He had only brought three with him this time: one for Little San San, one for Lan Baobao, and the last for himself. He really didn't have any left over for Lao Zhao.
"Wait, you..."
Zhao Changsheng was so angry he couldn't speak, and he simply didn't believe a word Qin Feng said.
Though he had never seen what a Yellow Plum looked like, he had read about it in ancient texts. It bloomed once every hundred thousand years, bore fruit once every hundred thousand years, and ripened once every hundred thousand years.
It took a total of three hundred thousand years to ripen, and each harvest yielded no fewer than twenty fruits.
Now Qin Feng had taken out three, which meant he had at least seventeen more.
"Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host, for deceiving the feelings of a Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son. You have received 200,000 Villain Points!"
Who deceived anyone!?
Qin Feng grumbled inwardly, then sighed and said, "Lao Zhao, I really wasn't lying to you. I already told you: I snatched the Yellow Plums from those thieves around Yi Tianji, and there were only three.