What an honor it was to be held by the hand of a Saint Dragon mentor? Mu Nan felt like he was floating.

Mu Hanyan glanced out of the corner of her eye and inadvertently discovered that there were five greasy fingerprints on Mu Nan's wrist where Wenren Qingqiu had grabbed it. She felt a chill in her heart: This Saint Dragon Mentor is really sloppy.

"How much?" Wenren Qingqiu asked immediately, as if afraid that he would change his mind.

"This..." Mu Nan was still a little dizzy. He had never thought about how much these herbs could be sold for, so he had never cared about it. When Wenren Qingqiu asked about it, he was naturally clueless.

"No need for this or that. I'll buy them all, no matter how much they cost. Come, I'll give you a deposit first, so you don't change your mind." Wenren Qingqiu said with a big hand. After that, he reached into his pocket and took out the money.

He searched and searched, but his hand never came out. The expression on his face changed from excitement at the beginning to confusion, and he frowned and thought hard.

As I was thinking, I saw him take his hand out.

Everyone thought he would take out a stack of banknotes, but when they saw what he was holding, everyone present was petrified.

I saw that in his greasy hand, he was holding an even greasier chicken leg, and while thinking, he naturally put it into his mouth.

"I remember now. I think I spent all the banknotes on chicken legs along the way. I don't have any money left." Wenren Qingqiu finally remembered where the banknotes went. If it were anyone else, they would definitely have a flash of inspiration and hit their foreheads, but he just took a fierce bite of the chicken leg.

After saying this, he remembered that everyone was looking at him. He glanced at Mu Nan and the others with a slight embarrassment, chewing the chicken leg fiercely in one hand while reaching into his arms with the other to dig around.

Mu Hanyan and the others thought that this time he would take out some valuable personal belongings to temporarily pay for the money, but when he took out something again, Mu Hanyan and the others were stunned again.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about this. Here are a few chicken legs. Would you like to eat some?" Wenren Qingqiu asked apologetically, holding a few chicken legs in his hand.

Several people stared at him blankly, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

This…this Saint Dragon mentor loves chicken legs so much? Speaking of which, given his status, he must have plenty of money, right? He actually ate all of it on chicken legs. How many chicken legs did he buy? Did he eat chicken legs for all three meals a day? And as a snack? And as a midnight snack? Wait, after eating so many chicken legs and no vegetables, is he really going to poop? Ugh! Mu Hanyan shook her head, wondering what kind of messed-up, disgusting things she was thinking about.

"Well, thank you, we are not hungry." Mu Nan came back to his senses and said to Wenren Qingqiu.

It was almost noon, and it would be a lie to say that he wasn't hungry. Seeing the shiny, golden and tempting chicken leg, Mu Nan swallowed secretly, but then he looked at his greasy hands and thought about the fact that the chicken leg was stuffed directly into his arms, and Mu Nan's appetite disappeared completely.

"Forget it if you're not hungry. I've spent all my money. I'll save it to fill my stomach when I go back." Wenren Qingqiu was not polite at all. After saying that, he stuffed the chicken leg into his arms again.

Mu Hanyan and the others simultaneously observed a moment of silence for his Holy Dragon robe, which had been passed down for who knows how many hundreds or thousands of years. "It's so filthy on the outside. I thought the inside would be at least a little cleaner, but looking at this, I wonder how much dirtier it is." And even with it being this filthy, this Holy Dragon Master still ate with such relish. How sloppy and heavy-handed! He truly deserves to be called a Holy Dragon Master. Who among the ordinary could reach this level?