Yan Rufeng's face turned even redder. Without saying a word, he accepted the python corpse into his Storage Bag, gave her a cupped fist salute,
"Thank you!"
Then he turned and ran off like he was flying. Gu Shiyi laughed merrily behind him and called out,
"Little Brother, if it serves you well, come back again. I'll be setting up my stall here in the future!"
Yan Rufeng hurried off even faster. Gu Shiyi stood on her tiptoes until he disappeared into the crowd, then reluctantly withdrew her gaze. Afterwards, she trotted back to the tavern across the street, went in, sat down at the table, cupped her chin in her hands, and said dreamily,
"Did you see that? Did you see? It was Yan Rufeng?"
Pu Yanlan gave her an eye-roll,
"Five hundred Spirit Stones, down by a hundred. You say you'll set up a stall here in the future, but where will you get another python to offer him?"
Gu Shiyi replied with a cheery smile,