"Fatty, I want to exchange for this flame."
Qin Yu hesitated for a moment, but he still walked forward to ask.
He was broke now, and the ores he had were all from the Tomb of Heavenly Sins.
He also had an idea, but it still depended on whether Fatty would accept it.
"I'm only using this flame as a pillow. If I sell this thing, my father will probably scold me to death."
Fatty quickly waved his hand. Thinking of his father's methods, the fat on his stomach twitched a few times.
"Then let me ask you, Fatty. What are you doing here? You want to get excited. If the nine Guardians don't find something interesting to do, what's the point?"
Qin Yu said with a smile.
"What ideas do you have? Don't try to fool me. I'm not easy to fool!"
Fatty's eyes lit up as if he was a cat that had smelled blood.