"Then what about the remaining Draining Immortal King Dao Fruits?" Someone asked.
Mo Wuji clasped his fists and said, "I hope that the remaining Draining Immortal King Dao Fruits be given to me…"
The moment Mo Wuji said those words, Chen Hu, who had a favourable impression of him, now had an unpleasant expression on his face.
Previously, he suggested that Mo Wuji be the one to suggest the distribution of the fruits was because he wanted to give Mo Wuji some face. If Mo Wuji really distributed the fruits in such a matter, it was clearly too selfish. Even though they might even agree to give them all to Mo Wuji, Mo Wuji shouldn’t be the one to say it. Moreover, everyone here wasn’t related to Mo Wuji, so why would they do such a thing?
"Keke, Dao Friend Mo, you might as well say that everything belongs to you, and that we were working for free. Wouldn’t that sound better?" Bai Chitian grabbed this opportunity to shoot a snide remark.
