Xu Xiaoshou had no choice but to stop all his movements when his sudden whim was so exaggerated.
"What the hell?"
"It's been a day, and the crisis outside still hasn't been resolved?"
"If I go out now, will the risk still be so great?"
Holding the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale, Xu Xiaoshou's heart trembled.
It felt good to empty the Herb Garden of the Divine Farmer.
However, after he moved the medicinal garden, the aftermath was also big.
Although he was currently in the Yuan Mansion, the thought of the manhunt he might face when he returned to the Abyss Island and the anger of the 300-foot Void Attendant made his legs tremble.
"It shouldn't be that exaggerated."
"The risk is still within control."
The Holy Emperor Dragon Scale's heartbeat continued to sound wildly. After Xu Xiaoshou made a serious comparison, he came to the conclusion that there was indeed a 90% chance of survival.
