The Princess's Path to the Throne 27

At noon, the executioner's broad blade fell with a decisive sweep, and Liang Zhongyun's head tumbled to the ground, a drop of remorseful blood tear escaping his eye, unnoticed by all.

"Ding~ Photographic Memory skill point reclaimed, reclaim price eight hundred thousand. Host, would you like to sell it?"

1818 arrived promptly.

"Eight hundred thousand?"

A subtle lift of Shen Qi's brow.

"Photographic Memory, just a skill point, won't be beneficial for intelligence," 1818 shrugged.

Otherwise, how could Liang Zhongyun end up so miserable?

"Sell it."

Shen Qi had no need for this thing. With the enhancement of her mental power, she could practically achieve photographic memory herself.

1818 swiftly retrieved the golden finger, "Alrighty then~ Have fun, host. See you in the next world."

"Now you're really treating me like a tool, huh?"

A narrow-eyed glance from Shen Qi.