As soon as Wang Ming's words left his mouth, three items appeared before the girls' eyes—but the most eye-catching was the blue fruit in Wang Ming's hand.
The fruit was shaped like a phoenix, and a chilling aura seeped from it, visible even to the naked eye. Bai Lingxi stared intently at it, swallowing hard as a thread of drool nearly escaped her lips. Her bloodline was reacting violently, filling her with an overwhelming urge to snatch the fruit from Wang Ming's hand and devour it on the spot.
"Hey, Wang Ming, what the hell is that?" Luo Li asked with a frown. Even from a distance, she could feel the icy chill emanating from the fruit, and frost was forming on the ground around it. Her curiosity grew even more when she noticed the normally calm Bai Lingxi's intense reaction. She knew anything that could make Bai Lingxi lose composure had to be incredibly precious.
