However, the National Master didn’t expect that the pig demon didn’t make things difficult for him and walked directly to the Saint Son.
The saint son said indifferently, “Three messengers, can you come with me to the immortal ginseng tribe to stay for a while?”
Hei xinjiu stammered, “Okay, okay!”
A faint smile flashed in the Saint Son’s eyes. He exchanged a few words with Emperor Wen Yuan and left with Hei Xinjiu and the other two.
Emperor Wen Yuan wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. He was puzzled. It was rumored that the saint sons of the celestial ginseng tribe had always been fond of beauty. Therefore, they were always accompanied by beautiful girls. Even when they went out, they would be accompanied by many beautiful girls.
Why were all the people around this Saint Son Male? Could it be that he was a good man?
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