"Roar!"
"You little brat, you're too ruthless! You've picked all the Mumian Blood from the spare trees. You're practically taking our lives here..."
"Hand over the blood right now, or I'll make sure you can't live or die peacefully!"
"Roar..."
"Boom..."
At the next instant that Sima Qing appeared, all the patrol soldiers chasing from behind and on both sides of Chen Tang roared and charged towards her.
Especially those two elderly men at the Eleventh Stage, their anger skewing their features, rushed over while threatening fiercely...
At this moment, all the patrol soldiers had already put Chen Tang out of their minds. Although he had been annoying to these patrol soldiers by coming over to cut down the ancient Mumian trees, they thought he was crazy.
But at least he hadn't collected the Mumian Blood. On the other hand, Sima Qing had picked all Mumian Blood from the spare trees—nearly three hundred pieces with an astronomical value...
"Hehe..."
