Su Yue noticed that these aliens had a leather-made bag on them.
This is the package used by the Yangxiang Race to carry things, and Su Yue could feel some Qi Blood fluctuations on the package, it must have been sealed with Qi Blood.
Not far away, there was a giant fat Yangxiang Race member, eating meat frantically.
Su Yue walked over without attracting attention.
Sikong Battle Technique.
Sss!
An extremely subtle aura flashed by, and a handful of pills appeared in Su Yue's palm.
He discreetly stuffed them into the bag Ning Yutao had given him.
After the theft, Su Yue left quietly, his expression calm.
The Yangxiang Race member coldly glared at Su Yue, seemingly unhappy with him being so close.
"Eat well, drink well."
Su Yue nodded, greeting kindly, and then left calmly.
An unexpected gain indeed.
Didn't expect my Sikong Battle Technique would really shine when being a spy.
Su Yue found a corner and glanced at the pills in his pouch.
