The Pinnacle of Life

When the group of people surrounding her mocked her earlier, she failed to sense Alex nearby due to the anger in her heart. It was only now that she realized she was staring at Alex coldly with boundless anger filling her eyes.

But at this moment, the man standing in front of Alex continued stirring up trouble. “Bro, do you still refuse to sell it for one hundred thousand spiritual stones? Two hundred thousand spiritual stones then. It should be fine, right?”

Hermione asked curiously, “Why are you spending so many spiritual stones to buy a bra?”

The man showed an expression that only men could understand. “You won’t understand! Collecting bras of beauties is a great hobby of mine. Especially for women like the Holy Maiden of Yorkshire Palace, the collection value of their bras will be even higher. Those with original flavor are particularly the best of the best… Unfortunately, Ynes Larkin has slept with someone, so I discounted it. Otherwise, the value will be even higher! Bro, two hundred thousand spiritual stones is really a favorable price. You can sell it already.”

Alex blushed in embarrassment.

It turned out that this person had such a fetish. But soon, he realized that he was wrong.

It was not that the man before him was perverted, but he was falling behind the ranks.

gatherng around

in Yorkshire Palace. It’s possible to double the

and fifty thousand

thousand spiritual

a bunch of brutes. You still want to snatch the Yorkshire Palace’s Holy Maiden’s bra even though you can’t wear

a female with long, slightly curly, burgundy hair and a

first man who wanted to buy the bra from Alex smiled lightly. “Colette Brunel, you’re a woman. Why are you buying someone else’s bra? To wear it? It looks like you won’t be able to wear it

said that, everyone peeked at the bosom of the woman called Colette Brunel and

bras was not a vogue for the women here. Generally, they weren’t ones to

other hand, Ynes’ figure was really perfect, but the scale of her two lumps of flesh was several tiers inferior to those of Colette. It was not because Ynes’ bosom was