Sacred Spirit Sky, Spiritual Race Ice Mountain.
Xiao Changtian looked at Leng Xiaoxiao and the Spiritual Race Grand Elder.
These people were all old women. Under the harassment of these rats, they all hid in the hall to take refuge.
If they followed him to other places, he might have to protect them.
Why would he increase the difficulty of the game?
On the mountaintop, the Great Elder of the Spiritual Pearl Sect blushed when he heard Xiao Changtian's words.
Indeed, the Spiritual Race was in a difficult situation.
Then, Leng Xiaoxiao said to Xiao Changtian,"
"Then Xiao Xiao will wish Senior all the best."
"Thank you!"
Hearing Leng Xiaoxiao's words, Xiao Changtian smiled at her and was about to carry the white tiger down.
"Miss Leng, if there's nothing else on your side, I'll take my leave first."
"Oh, right, take these bottles. If those rats dare to come again, use these to deal with them."
