C337 The Habits of the Frigid Heart Grass
"Fake?"
When the young girl heard this, her originally happy face suddenly froze. Her eyebrows slightly knitted, and her suspicious gaze once again looked towards the herb in the sandalwood box.
"Where did this brat come from? How dare he come here and talk nonsense!"
The stall owner looked at Mu Yu angrily.
It wasn't easy for him to slaughter these two fat sheep