Transported to a garbage-filled planet in the interstellar era, Ji You was so poor she was nearly digging the soil to eat, but... the soil was toxic and inedible... With no other choice, she had to lower her standards and pick up trash and sell scrap, such as these beautiful grass seeds that no one wanted. She gathered them and threaded them into beads to sell online.
But once she posted them online, someone left a negative review: 'Selling grass seeds? Are you crazy for money?'
Days later, this person was pounding the wall in regret: 'I beg you, sell me a grass seed bead, just one! Just one is enough.'
Ji You coldly responded: 'Not selling!'
And then there's the sparkling stones lying all over the streets that nobody wanted. She picked them up, polished them into bracelets, and sold them online.
People lashed out with their words: 'Selling such broken rocks - have you never seen money?'
Days later, those same people were crying and wailing: 'I was blind, I was so shortsighted, to overlook such beautiful and pretty stones. I beg you, sell me one.'
Ji You spread her hands: 'Gone.'

Collapsed on the ground and already wrapped up tight in the Protective Shield, protected to the max, Sean Patriarch felt a chill sweep over his whole body, that coldness starting from the soles of his feet and shooting straight up to the tip of his heart, to the crown of his head…


It was like a polar north wind was howling toward him. The inside of the Protective Shield was clearly warm, but he just couldn't stop shaking with cold.


Sean Patriarch racked his brains and still couldn't figure out how exactly he'd died, how he could die so easily, so casually?


Shaun's face was blank; he stared dumbly at Ji You and the folding knife in her hand. His gaze was fixed and unblinking, as if he wanted to burn a hole through that folding knife in Ji You's hand with his eyes alone…


Chapter 1274 - Chapter 1274: The Petty Thief Who Stole the Prize