"You say," she said with a cold and stunning beauty, quietly watching Mu Fan.
"That Molten Magma Fruit, do you still have any? Could you give me a bit more..." Mu Fan said awkwardly, feeling it was somewhat inappropriate to ask a woman for food upon meeting. Indeed, it wouldn't sound good if word got out.
But he had no other way to obtain the fruit.
So, he decided to go for it...
Lu Qingxue looked at Mu Fan in surprise, then suddenly broke into a smile that seemed to brighten the entire sky.
"I can, but there's a condition."
"You say."
"Fight me once more."
"That simple?" Mu Fan asked with surprise.
"Of course not, this is just a warm-up. Then, this afternoon, accompany me to a gathering, an interstellar elite meeting."
Lu Qingxue's voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate.
