Feng Yunqi proudly ate the 50 spiritual value meal in the bowl, while despising the 30 spiritual value meal of Su Zhiyu and others.
"That's right, Su Zhiyu is really too stingy. Look, she still has 500 spiritual points in her bracelet. Wouldn't it be enough to treat each of you to a meal with 50 spiritual points? Anyway, her spiritual points are gone. You can also ask Su Zhiyun for it."
Wu Qianyong continued to speak while burping.
"Hey, if you follow Su Zhiyu, I'm afraid you will end up as cannon fodder and not enjoy any blessings. How pitiful!"
Over at Su Zhiyu, a group of people were busy eating, and no one spoke.
They had really thought that by following Su Zhiyu, they could live a superior life in Qianhuan Academy.
As a result, even those civilians could eat meals with 50 spiritual values, but they could only eat meals with 30 spiritual values, which made them even more dissatisfied.
They were very grateful to Su Zhiyu for helping them.
However, after being rejected by Su Zhiyun, Su Zhiyu still took over everything for the sake of face, which caused them to become seriously dependent and felt that Su Zhiyu should take good care of them.
If something is not done well, one starts to feel dissatisfied.
"Jun Mohuang, take care of your little brothers!"
When Su Zhiyu saw that no one spoke for her, she was so angry that she slapped the table regardless of her image.
She paid for three days of accommodation for these ten people in the dormitory next door. She only had 500 spiritual points left. Of course, she had to leave some spiritual points for herself.
What's wrong with the meals with 30 spiritual values? The meals with 30 spiritual values are much better than those cooked by the imperial chef of Huanyun Kingdom. What you eat is not eating!
Jun Mohuang looked at her with a strange expression: "Care? Why should I care? Isn't what they said the truth?"
"You! Stop relying on how many spiritual points you have. Compare yourself to me and see who can earn the most spiritual points in half a month!"
Su Zhiyu felt that she had been at odds with Jun Mohuang all her life. Every time she could not be proud for long, she would be beaten back to her original shape by Jun Mohuang.
"Let me remind you, I don't have a few spiritual points, but fifty thousand. Do you really want to compete with me? Be careful and you will lose badly."
Jun Mohuang turned her wrist and looked at the black black iron bracelet, with a pair of smart eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Su Zhiyu sneered: "I am a seven-star alchemist, how can I still be afraid of you!"
She just saw clearly in the trading system that one Seven-Star Muscle Pill can be exchanged for 200 spiritual values.
For elixirs like the Seven-Star Muscle Pill, she could make 10 of them in an hour, which was 2,000 spiritual points.
There are other elixirs that she can make in large quantities at once, and the prices range from 30 spiritual points to 100.
Jun Mohuang's red lips parted slightly, and she slowly uttered two words: "Deal."
"Jun Mohuang, if you lose, you must write on your forehead: I am a bitch for one month!"
Su Zhiyu looked at her fiercely, humph, since she dared to agree, she would make it impossible for her to hold her head up in Qianhuan Academy from now on.
If Di Lingtian sees her in such a disgraceful state again, he will definitely hate her to the end.
"What if you lose."
"Then I will write these four words on my forehead for a month."
"make a deal."
"Then, Jun Mohuang, let's meet at the nearest trading floor tomorrow morning. Just be prepared to lose."
Su Zhiyu flicked his sleeves and left without caring about Jun Jianren and others.
Jun Mohuang curled his lips but said nothing.
After the group finished eating, they returned to the dormitory. It was already evening.
Before Jun Mohuang entered his room, he felt a familiar scent.
The babies are very enthusiastic, thank you: Bingguo, Misty World, Xu Yue.
(End of chapter)