Lu Nanyao smiled and said, "I didn't expect you would actually agree."
Ma Tuan felt a little speechless, "No, we are very unreasonable people, right?"
Lu Nanyao shook her head. "No, it's just that some things happen too suddenly, so we have to be on guard."
Bai Di nodded, "I understand, but this time we can trade with confidence."
"What are you talking about, brother? Would we think that?" Xiankelai saw this and quickly said something nice.
It seemed that it was really going to get dark here. In order to hurry up and travel, Nansong and Bai Di immediately took out their two pieces of white cloth from their bags.
"This thing is really a bit strange. Don't be fooled by the fact that it looks a bit like Yun Lingjin, but this thing is actually transformed from a corpse." Nan Song said as he handed the thing over.
"Okay, I'll be careful." Lu Nanyao said, taking the cloth and handing over her and Jiu Yizhi's teeth.
It was already dark around us, and there were no street lights, so we had to rely on the remaining light to see.
Four zombie fangs lay quietly in Nansong's hand. They were about the length of an index finger, bluish-black in color, and exuded a mysterious and eerie aura.
The surface of the tooth is incredibly sharp, seemingly capable of tearing through anything. Upon closer inspection, one can see it's covered in cyan lines, which, like blood vessels, meander and twist, adding a unique beauty to the tooth.
Although this zombie tooth looks very scary, it does not have the slightest odor. On the contrary, it emits a light fragrance.
While Nansong and the other three were looking at the zombie teeth, Lu Nanyao and the other three were also looking at the cloth in their hands.
The fabric in Lu Nanyao's hands felt icy cold, as if freshly pulled from a thousand-year-old ice cave. Its texture was as light as cloud, yet incredibly tough, reminding her of the cloud silk brocade Nansong had mentioned.
However, unlike Yun Lingjin, its icy feeling did not dissipate over time, but became more intense, as if it would freeze people's fingers.
She gently stroked the pattern. It was a massive tree, its trunk thick and its branches lush, as if it were about to break free from the fabric and stretch into the sky. Looking closely, it resembled a snow-capped mountain, its peak shrouded in mist and clouds, giving it a mysterious and solemn feeling.
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