C88 The Death of the Fire-spitting Beast

As the deal was made, 18 Sickle Insects left the queue. Luya carefully counted and confirmed that it was not wrong, so she let out a sigh of relief.

She smiled and said, "No matter what, thank you. I will treat them well."

"No need to thank me. Speaking of which, is the Sickle Insect helpful to you?" Lo Xin asked with a look of anticipation.

"It’s quite good. That kind of stinky and dirty..