The bewitching woman snorted coldly. Just as she was about to refuse, she suddenly rolled her eyes and pointed at the green tree in Ai Jingting's hand.
"Alright, you can have her, but that treasure is mine!"
The man's expression froze.
The power of this green tree was obvious to all. It could withstand their joint attack for nearly half an hour, so it was at least a middle-grade profound armament.
Although the beautiful girl was precious, she couldn't compare to such a treasure.
He couldn't bear to exchange the green tree for Ai Jingting!
Thinking of this, the man smiled embarrassedly and didn't mention wanting Ai Jingting for himself anymore.
The bewitching woman saw this and curled her lips in disdain.
On the other side, Ai Jingting felt bitter as she watched the two of them discuss how to deal with her as if she wasn't there.
