章 1141: Fifth-Grade Alchemist, Objection!

Beiting Huang took a step in the air and landed in front of Mo Li. She glanced at him again and handed him one of the Tendon Replenishment Pills. "I was lucky. I refined a total of two pills. If you don't like them, throw them away!"

Throw them away, throw them away, throw them away!

It was as if several muffled thunderclaps had sounded in everyone's minds. Were these two people abnormal? What were they saying? This was a fifth-grade Tendon Replenishment Pill. How could they throw it away? Even if it was thrown into the toilet, someone would clean it up, pick it up, and bring it to the auction house. There would definitely be people who would go bankrupt trying to buy it.