The two members of the Demon Race stared at him menacingly.
"You are the one asking us for the antidote, not the other way around. Your life and death are in our hands, it's not your place to question."
The Demon Race member coldly shouted.
Baiyu furrowed his brow slightly, "If that's the case, there's nothing to discuss. Although I want to survive, I can't believe you just based on a few words."
Having said that.
Baiyu waved his hand.
Qiong Xue pushed the wheelchair and was about to turn around and leave.
But the two Demon Race members suddenly panicked; they had gone to great lengths to get Baiyu out of the city.
Letting him leave like this.
Wouldn't that mean all their efforts were in vain?
"Stop!"
A six-horned Demon Race member shouted, "Baiyu, are you looking for death?"
"What? You want to kill me?"
