However, looking at the air-transportation spiritual weapon they had been longing for for a long time in front of them, they couldn't resist the temptation in the end. They ignored the anxiety in their minds and quickly transferred eight million Spirit Stones to Lu Zijia each.
"Is… Is this really an air-transportation spiritual artifact? Am I really dreaming?"
Hugging the three-meter-long wings, Shen Xingchen felt that it was deeply unreal, so he turned around and said to his sister beside him, "Sister, hit me!"
Slap!
"Ouch!"
Hearing her brother's request, Shen Xingyao hit the back of his head without hesitation. That voice made people feel how pain it was.
"Sister, why are you using so much strength? It hurts!"
Shen Xingchen raised his hand to rub the back of his head and shouted at his sister with complaints.
