The table was full, so Mu Rufeng simply placed everything on the sofa.
"So many? Wait, I understand the low-level attribute fruits, but how did you get the high-level ones?" Mu Ze was shocked once again.
"I bought them. Last instance, I did a big favor for the Hundred Treasure Tower Owner, and he granted me purchase rights, so I bought quite a few attribute fruits," Mu Rufeng explained.
"Old folks, old folks, the young ones sure are impressive," Mu Ze sighed.
"Bullshit, you're only thirty-five," Mu Shan retorted with a laugh.
"That's true, I am only thirty-five," Mu Ze chuckled.
Then, Mu Ze grabbed the attribute fruits and crazily stuffed them into his mouth.
...
At eleven o'clock at night.
In a small room.
Mu Rufeng was currently sleeping on the upper bunk.
The lower bunk was where his uncle Mu Ze was sleeping.
A fan at the bedside was squeaking as it blew air.
Although the room was very stuffy, neither Mu Rufeng nor Mu Ze felt the heat.
