Hallmaster Dao's eyes were also red, clutching a dragon horn in his hand, looking at the pile of treasures in front of him as if restraining his desire.
"Crack."
Xu Xiaoshou stepped sideways, without uttering a word, his body now lying between Hallmaster Dao and the mountain of treasures.
What are you looking at? This shield treasure was given to me by my family head.
Don't you know our relationship? Haven't you weighed it clearly in your heart?
"Finders keepers."
As soon as this sentence was out, Xu Xiaoshou for the first time felt that to be a Hallmaster, you really need thick skin, daring to say anything.
Of course, he could not refuse his Path, so with a grand gesture of his hand, he generously said:
"Okay."
"The dragon horn is yours."
Hallmaster Dao had touched the item; he didn't even want to take it back. What harm is there in giving you a dragon horn?
Move move move, step aside, you're in the way.
