Bai Cong was dead, and his death had been pretty miserable.
When Sun Buxiao started fighting the two Dou Wangs, the fellow seized his chance to flee. Then he successfully inhaled the poison gas Sun Buxiao had released and dropped dead on the spot.
He had been the one Xiao Yi Xian was trying to guard against, but he ended up choosing an even more embarrassing way to die...
"What a shame. That guy still had a hundred thousand gold coins in his Storage Ring."
Sun Buxiao only mourned his money.
"By the way, what are you planning to auction off besides your Millet Porridge?"
Xiao Yi Xian was treating Sun Buxiao's leg. Her main profession was Poison Master, with Physician as her sideline, and her modest medical skills could still come in handy.
With Sun Buxiao using his Dou Qi as a cast, he could at least walk normally without much trouble. He would not have to sit in a wheelchair and charge, charge, charge.
"Nothing. I'm mostly just looking. If I see something interesting, I'll bid on it. I made some money back in Desert City, so I've got close to two million on me now. That should buy me a few things."
"Besides, I'm selling two tubes of Soul Solution. They should fetch at least three or four million."
Sun Buxiao lay there in utter comfort.
He was not worried in the slightest that his photinia-scented Millet Porridge would fail to fetch a good price. Hadn't Yuan Yi, an information broker who normally preferred to lie low, gone straight for the kill over it?
Wealth could stir anyone's heart.
"Speaking of which..."
Sun Buxiao suddenly rolled over and held his bowl out toward Xiao Yi Xian.
"Want to give it a try?"
"My Millet Porridge."
"Huh?"
Xiao