NovelEnglishChapter 5859 "What are you looking at?" Veron asked.
She was having trouble with the comments from the onlookers. She looked around and shouted out, "He's not dead. Just passed out. Don't blme if any of you continues this gibberish." Veron, arrogant and spoiled, could not keep her emotions in check when she becthe target of criticism. She was exhausted and tired.
When they saw how fierce Veron was, the onlookers quickly dispersed. Nonetheless, there were a few thugs who lingered and continued to stare at her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Wow, what a bad temper for a beautiful lady like you." "Darling, do you need any help?" With wicked smiles on their faces, the ruffians approached Veron. They continued to tease Veron. Soren Yang was the leader of those thugs. They frequently bullied the weak and poor, along with the other ruffians. Soren was a cultivator, so the town's citizens were afraid to confront him.
Veron said coldly, "Scram!" She then continued to push the stretcher forward. Veron would have already taught those thugs a lesson if it had been during regular hours. Nonetheless, she knew that saving Bowen was the most important thing she could do then. As a result, she could not be bothered dealing with those thugs.
When Veron vented her rage, Soren exchanged looks with the other ruffians. They were not angry, but they were fascinated by her.
"How intriguing!" Soren touched the tip of his nose. "She has a temper." That kind of warmth appeals to me!" "Brother Soren, you are in luck today." The other ruffians quickly agreed with Soren. They continued to trail behind Veron as Soren led them. Veron quickly dismounted the stretcher when she arrived at a pharmacy. She walked inside.
"Anyone in here?" Veron looked very anxious as she yelled out for help. "Please save my friend. He had passed out for one day and one night." The owner of the pharmacy walked out from the counter. He checked Bowen's vital sign and said, "He lost too much blood, and he's very weak. Luckily, I have a premium-grade Heavenly Restoration Pill in the shop." 'That's terrific.' Veron finally let out a smile. She said, "Thank you so much." She could finally relieve her tense nerves. It was worth it, having walked for so long. However, the owner just stood there and did not go to get the pill. He looked at Veron amusingly. "Miss, the Heavenly Restoration Pill costs five thousand bucks. According to your friend's situation, he needs at least two. The total is ten thousand bucks. I'll get the pills after you make the payment." 'What? Ten thousand bucks?' Veron's body trembled as she was shocked.
Even though ten thousand bucks was not a lot, she had no money.
"What should I do?' Veron thought.
Then she took out her longsword. "I don't have any money on me. Why don't I give this sword to you for now?" Her voice was small, and her beautiful face revealed a hint of embarrassment. She had no recollection of who she was, but she had been carrying the longsword: with her since she awoke. Because the sword was so intricately crafted, she thought it was quite valuable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmev The owner sneered as he looked at the longsword. "This is not a pawnshop, Miss. I only accept cash as payment, not items. Your sword is quite nice, but I doubt it is worth ten thousand bucks." The pharmacy owner had displayed the excellent virtue of a businessman by taking each opportunity to seek more profit.
'Erm...' Veron forced her brows tightly and did not know what to do. The owner refuse's to take that longsword En. as payment. What should I do?' "Hey!" When Veron was troubled with the situation, Soren said, "Darling, are you in trouble?" After that, he walked into the pharmacy with a smile, along with the other ruffians.
'Those stinky insects.' Veron's face looked terrible and disgusted when she saw Soren.
At that moment, Soren had already stood in front of Veron. He took out a pile of gasband smiled at Veron.
"Darling, letpay for you."
Originally, Veron wanted to reject the offer, but she agreed after seeing Bowen, who remained unconscious on the stretcher. "Alright. Then that longsword now belongs to you."
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