Early the next morning, Dugu Bo was waiting beside Qin Chao's bed, startling him wide awake the moment he opened his eyes.
"Holy shit, you old poison bag! If you want me dead, just say so!" Qin Chao rubbed his violently heaving chest and rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"You brat, I came to bring you a gift first thing in the morning, and this is how you treat me? Fine, that's it. Our brotherhood ends here!"
Dugu Bo made as if to leave, but he couldn't suppress the sly smile tugging at his lips.
"No, no, no! Big brother, you're my own dear big brother!" Qin Chao hastily hugged Dugu Bo's leg, his smile positively fawning.
Seeing how Qin Chao's eyes lit up at the prospect of wealth, Dugu Bo curled his lips, but still took a blue leather pouch from his waist and handed it to him.
The leather pouch was only the size of two adult palms, making it a rather nice accessory to hang at one's waist.
Looking at the little blue leather pouch, Qin Chao felt his heart leap and race.
If I'm not mistaken, this should be that Wishful Treasure Pouch from the novel!
Sure enough, a moment later, Dugu Bo spoke with affected haughtiness.
"This is called the Wishful Treasure Pouch. It's a soul tool. The space inside isn't all that large, but it can store living things, such as medicinal herbs..."
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Chao fastened the Wishful Treasure Pouch to his waist, his eyes brimming with delighted surprise.
"With this, won't emptying out your herb garden be a piece of cake, you old poison bag?" Qin Chao flashed a mischievous grin. Those herbs were this old poison bag's very lifeblood.
"I knew you little brat would climb onto my