Geng Qiaoer took the ice box, opened it, and exclaimed in surprise, "Such pure ice spirit!"

Then, he looked at Bingniang and said, "Are you really giving it to me?"

Bingniang was a little surprised.

The reason she gave Bingpo was not only to express her gratitude, but also to use the resources she had to pay in exchange for avoiding the war.

Because she doesn't like to join in the fun, nor does she like to fight.

"Master, this is useless to you, right? Can you give it to me?"

Lu Qing waved at Geng Qiaoer, then looked at Bingniang.

He noticed the change in Bingniang's mood.

"If Bingniang is willing to go with us, then of course it's fine. This strange world is dangerous, and having more power means having more protection. If Bingniang doesn't want to, we won't force her."

Bingniang was thinking about how to refuse tactfully.

As Lu Qing spoke, he took out a vine.

On the vines hung a bunch of crystal-clear grapes, each one seemingly shrouded in a layer of frost, making them less distinct. Yet, the grapes exuded a strange, refreshing fragrance.

"We have accepted Bingpo. Please don't refuse this bunch of Jieshu spiritual fruits."

Bingniang stared at Grape, and it seemed that her eyes were more full of emotion than when she looked at Wanshi Changchun.

Lu Qing meant that saving Wanshi Changchun was her duty and she would not seek repayment for the favor. However, it would be impolite to ask her to take back the Ice Soul she had given him.

What's more, Geng Qiaoer also wants that Bingpo.

So, Lu Qing took out a gift as a return gift, which was considered as a reciprocity and showed an attitude of equality and respect.

Bingniang withdrew her gaze from the grapes and looked at Lu Qing again.

Although she was isolated from the world, she still had basic social skills. But at this moment, she didn't know what to do.

The current situation exceeded the limit of what her social skills could handle.

Lu Qing looked at Yun Wan.

Yun Wan took the grapes and placed them directly in front of Bing Niang.

"Take it."

Bingniang hesitated for about a minute, then looked up at Lu Qing and said, "I can't accept this. I don't want to fight."

"Ah?" Lu Qing looked puzzled.

Then, Lu Qing reacted and said with a smile: "Daoyou, you are worrying too much. This spiritual fruit is not a reward for your help. It is just a small hospitality etiquette of our sect. Daoyou, don't worry!"

Bingniang's lips were trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

"However, if you are willing to go with us." Lu Qing said as he took out a magical plant planted in a jade basin and said, "This thing belongs to you."

The leaves of this plant were as deep and emerald green as lake water, and the few white fruits it produced were actually surrounded by a faint blue aura! At first glance, it was obvious that it was something extraordinary!

This plant grows from the robbery tree.

To use a human analogy, it is like a strand of hair that falls off a person.

"I'll go."

Bingniang blurted out.