Mi Luan put away the jade box and said.

Compared with the relics of the tree, although the holy mulberry leaves are precious, they are still inferior. After all, the former benefits many powerful people in the clan, while the latter can only benefit a certain person or Gu.

Even so, a single holy-grade golden silkworm Gu was enough to tempt the saints of the southern Xinjiang Gu tribe, and she couldn't help but try her best to get one or two more.

"this……"

Wu Ming frowned slightly, but smiled in his heart. He nodded with a hint of embarrassment and said, "Forget it, when this trip is over, I will give you another holy leaf, but you can't force it anymore. The princess should know,

The tree master returned to the ruins, his power dissipated, and there was not much left of this treasure."

"Hmph, don't think I don't know. With your temperament, you will never hand it over unless you have extra!"

Mi Luan nodded reluctantly.

"hehe!"

Wu Ming responded with a wry smile.

"Can you give me that sacred leaf?"

Li Ke came closer, almost pleading, with a seemingly sincere and flattering smile on her face.

"The ownership of the Holy Leaf is a matter for the nobles themselves. I am an outsider and cannot comment!"

Wu Mingdao.

"Just wait for me!"

Li Ke gritted his teeth. There was no threat at all.

"Get ready, that loach is so lucky, it actually used the treasure to escape from a siege of the same level that was several times larger than mine, and is coming here!"

Suddenly, Kuye called out.

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, stood up, looked to the southwest and said: "It seems that I have to do it myself!"

"Fourth Uncle and the others didn't keep this dragon?"

Mi Luan frowned slightly and looked over.

"Hmph!"

Li Ke also stood up with a displeased expression. After all, the deal between the two parties was that the southern Xinjiang tribe helped Wu Ming to surround and kill Ao Ye, but unexpectedly they still fell short, which made them a little worried.

"This evil dragon has an extraordinary origin. He is the master of a palace. This time he came to kill me. He must have a treasure given by him. It makes sense that the nobles did not stop him."

Wu Ming said indifferently.

The two women immediately showed displeasure, and actually floated up one after another, facing the hundred-foot-long dragon that was winding towards them like a sandstorm.

Wu Ming slapped his forehead and secretly cursed himself for getting carried away and forgetting how many saints were in charge of the Southern Xinjiang tribe. Didn't what he said just now mean that the Golden Scale Demon King, who has not yet been canonized, is stronger than these beings?

He wanted to go back to his thoughts, but his hand was not slow. Wu Ming flew up into the sky in a flash, but he did not dare to let the two noble saints face Ao Ye. He hesitated with the sharp edge of the broken gold knife in his hand, and stared at the overwhelming place with cold eyes.

Aoye is besieged by monsters.

"Monster of Southern Xinjiang, you violated the covenant between the two tribes and killed our Kuyeshahe Shui Tribe. Do you want to provoke a war between the two tribes?"

Although Ao Ye was strong, he was clearly seriously injured. His body, which was a hundred feet long, was covered with bloodstains. Deep bone scars could be seen, and a fishy smell of blood was escaping. It was obvious that he had been poisoned.

The Gu tribe in Southern Xinjiang is even afraid of all the holy temples. How can they care about a mere lineage of dragons?
Chapter completed!