Chapter 522: Who’s the B*tch Jun Mohuang or Su Zhiyu
Feng Yunqi ate the 50 Spiritual Value Points worth of food in his bowl smugly and looked down on the 30 Spiritual Value Points of food that Su Zhiyu and the others ate.
“That’s right. Su Zhiyu is really too stingy. Look, she still has 500 Spiritual Value Points in her bracelet. Isn’t it just enough to treat each of you to a meal of 50 Spiritual Value Points? In any case, if she uses up her Spiritual Value Points, she can ask Su Zhiyun for more.”
Wu Qianyong burped as he spoke.
“Hehe, if you follow Su Zhiyu, you’ll probably be cannon fodder in the future and won’t be able to enjoy the benefits. How pitiful!”
On Su Zhiyu’s side, everyone was eating in silence.
They had indeed thought that following Su Zhiyu would allow them to live a better life in the Academy Of A Thousand Illusions.
In the end, even the commoners could eat food worth 50 Spiritual Value Points, while they could only eat food worth 30 Spiritual Value Points. This made them feel even more dissatisfied.
They were initially grateful that Su Zhiyu had helped them.
However, even after Su Zhiyu had been rejected by Su Zhiyun, she still took on the responsibility for her own face. This caused them to develop a strong sense of dependence on her. They felt that it was only right for Su Zhiyu to take good care of them.
So they started to feel dissatisfied when she did not do a good job.
“Jun Mohuang, control your underlings!”
When Su Zhiyu saw that no one was speaking up for her, she slammed the table in anger.
She had paid the accommodation fee for the 10 of them for three days in the dormitory next door, leaving only 500 Spiritual Value Points. Of course, she had to leave some Spiritual Value Points for herself.
So what if it was a meal worth 30 Spiritual Value Points? A meal with 30 Spiritual Value Points was better than the food cooked by the royal chefs of Huan Yun’s Imperial Palace. It was food anyway!
Jun Mohuang looked at her strangely. “Why should I control them? Aren’t they telling the truth?”
“You! Don’t think that you’re so great just because you have a few Spiritual Value Points. If you have the ability to compete with me, let’s see who can earn the most Spiritual Value Points in half a month!”
Su Zhiyu felt that she had been at odds with Jun Mohuang all her life. Each time, before she was proud for long, Jun Mohuang would beat her back to her original state.
“Allow me to remind you that what I have is not a few Spiritual Value Points, but 50,000. Are you really going to compete with me? Be careful that you will lose terribly.”
Jun Mohuang twirled the Black Iron Bracelet on her wrist, a faint smile on her face.
Su Zhiyu sneered. “I’m a seven-star apothecary. Why would I be afraid of you?!”
She had clearly seen in the transaction system that a seven-star pill could be exchanged for 200 Spiritual Value Points.
For such pills, she could refine 10 of them in an hour. That was 2000 Spiritual Value Points.
There were also other drugs that she could refine in large quantities at once. The price ranged from 30 Spiritual Value Points to 100 Spiritual Value Points.
Jun Mohuang’s red lips parted slightly as she said slowly, “Deal.”
“Jun Mohuang, if you lose, you must write on your forehead the words’ I’m a b*tch ‘for a month!”
Su Zhiyu glared at her fiercely. Hmph, since she dared to agree, she would make it such that Jun Mohuang would never be able to raise her head again in the Academy Of A Thousand Illusions.
At that time, if Di Lingtian were to see her make a fool of herself again, he would definitely hate her to the core.
“What if you lose?”
“Then write these words on my forehead for a month.”
“Deal.”
“In that case, Jun Mohuang, we’ll meet at the nearest trading hall tomorrow morning. Just be prepared to lose.”
Su Zhiyu flicked her sleeves and left, ignoring Jun Jianren and the others.
Jun Mohuang smiled and said nothing.
When they returned to the dormitory after dinner, it was already night time.
Before Jun Mohuang even entered her room, she felt a familiar aura.