Wanjie Small Miners

"Come, come, come, here are some high-level spiritual stones newly arrived in the Ice Realm and Sumeru Realm. If you pass by, don't miss it!" Mu Lin threw the large sack on his shoulder on the counter, and a dazzling array of top-grade spiritual stones of various colors fell out of the bag. The monks who had been waiting at the counter swarmed over. "Don't grab it, don't grab it, this is the meson stone that I have reserved long ago!" "Boss, give me ten cold soul crystals, I've been waiting for a long time!". . . Mu Lin sat behind the counter, looking at this group of crazy monks, and took a puff of the top-grade spiritual grass smoke that came from the spiritual grass world, feeling happy in his heart. "It feels so good to have a monopoly!"