"Master, what kind of ghostly idea do you think he's planning?"
Little Kingfisher's eyes were full of mischief, enjoying the show.
"Killing people and seizing treasures."
Lin Qingluo blurted out without hesitation.
"Hmph!"
Little Kingfisher snorted: "As long as I'm here, they're just daydreaming."
Lin Qingluo was contemplative: "Don't worry about them for now. Let's pick our camels and hurry up. We'll leave the Barbarian's territory first."
"Alright."
Little Kingfisher, not taking the three brainless Barbarian Warriors seriously, flapped its little wings and flew back to the stone house first.
As the young men followed, eight of the strongest and most robust camels came out of their enclosures without prompting, lining up and walking toward the desert.
Mo Canglan gave up the white jade box as promised.
The two Barbarian Warriors had an iron-blue complexion, and their eyes were filled with malice as they looked at him.
"Let's go."
