Three days after Leng ruoxue threw her flame into the sea, the master of the Dead Sea could no longer hold it in. With a dark expression, she surfaced once again.
"Beauty, let's talk." The death Sea Master gritted his teeth and said.
"Do we have anything to talk about?" Leng ruoxue blinked her eyes and said with an innocent look.
"Of course there is! Beauty, I know you're here to save the Mistress of the Dark World and the other two. I'll hand them over to you, and you can remove the flames on the sea. How about it?" The master of the death sea did not beat around the bush and said directly.
"Just like this?" Leng ruoxue was obviously not satisfied with this condition.
"What else do you want?" The master of the death sea gritted his teeth and asked in anger.
"You don't have any compensation?" Leng ruoxue smiled faintly.
