Collecting the hair of the clan leader's daughter is at most a perversion, but collecting the clan leader's hair is the ultimate perversion.
Jiang Li scoffed, "How much can a lock of hair be worth? Even if it belongs to Senior Sister Zhao, so what? Only a fool would buy it."
What a joke! This is a world where force is respected and everyone is thinking about how to become strong.
Zhao Xueqi is indeed beautiful and impeccable in every aspect, but Jiang Li doesn't believe that there are such strange things as perverts in the fantasy world.
"Hehe, you look quite unfamiliar to me. You must have just arrived. No wonder you're so clueless. You really have no idea about the charm of our Senior Sister Zhao."
Seeing Jiang Li's disbelief, the little fat man glanced at him sideways, then cleared his throat and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Selling a lock of Senior Sister Zhao Xueqi's hair for fifty low-grade spirit crystals. First come, first served, at a rock-bottom price!"
Jiang Li didn't expect that the little fat boy could actually shout out such shameful words. He was so embarrassed that he almost ran out of the one-bedroom apartment. He was about to leave quickly and pretend that he didn't know this person, but he didn't expect a big commotion to happen around him.
As soon as the fat boy finished speaking, people who were selling things at the surrounding stalls all turned their eyes over here and then rushed over in a swarm.
"I want to buy it, I want to buy it. Where is Senior Sister Zhao's hair? Give it to me now!"
"I was here first, give it to me!"
"Get out! I was here first!"
"I'll give you fifty-five spirit crystals, please sell them to me, brother!"
"I'll give you sixty!"
.......
Jiang Li stood there in a daze, swaying left and right because of the crowd, thinking: I take back what I said just now, there are many perverts in every world.
Just then, a voice rang out.
"Stop it, Master!"
The voice was cold and stern. Although it was not loud, it seemed to ring in everyone's ears and was extremely clear.
The crowded crowd suddenly stopped and looked towards an open space not far away.
Jiang Li glanced over there and thought to himself: What a bully!
A few feet away, in the open space, stood a man in white. He had his back to the crowd, his head tilted upwards at a 45-degree angle to the sky, his hands clasped behind his back, the air of a sage.
But honestly, coupled with his extraordinary temperament, it does have some class.
"Kong Lingyuan, Senior Sister Zhao's hair, this young master wants it!"
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