Su Mo's soul was almost shaken out of his body.
"Then pick it up for me."
The Fake Owner·Swallower was already brooding over the issue of the Negative God Fragment, and now Su Mo had thrown the Divine Grains, instantly igniting it like a powder keg.
"Let go, let go, I'll pick it up, okay?"
Su Mo's face turned red as he quickly compromised, thinking this guy was going crazy.
"Hmph!"
The Fake Owner·Swallower saw Su Mo concede and immediately retracted its tentacles.
"Hey~ why do I feel like you've changed lately, like a woman."
Su Mo sighed helplessly.
"What did you say?"
The Fake Owner·Swallower's interest instantly piqued as if its sore spot was touched.
"Cough cough~ Nothing!"
Su Mo immediately backed down and reluctantly picked up the Divine Grains and brought it into the cockpit.
He carefully toyed with the Divine Grains and sighed melancholically.
"I can't figure it out; what do I need this thing for?"
