Put everything in order.
Xu Lingjun spent an extra academic credit to take them to the second floor of the cafeteria to taste the fresh demon beast meat.
It's all made from fresh demon beast meat.
It's not that he's stingy, but unless you're a martial artist, consuming the flesh of the mysterious races of the heavens may not be a good thing, and in terms of taste, demon beast meat has a unique flavor that satisfies the palate.
After being full and satisfied.
He took Father Wang to buy clothes.
He carried two large suitcases, mostly filled with cash.
In his opinion, using money to pave the way can't go wrong, and as for the weather, how cold can it be?
Then, he was taught a lesson by the weather in the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion, with the bone-chilling wind biting through the air and sneaking into the collar, feeling life-threatening.
Buying clothes quickly was the sensible thing to do.
Wang Qingya and Su Huanqing didn't show much interest; they clearly had other plans.
