"Junior Brother Ye Chen, listen to Sister's advice and quickly hand over the Treasure Medicine to him! As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about not having firewood for burning." Fairy Ming Yue urged Ye Chen with extreme anxiety, transmitting her voice to him.
"Young Master Ye Chen, your wealth is so abundant that these Treasure Medicines are nothing to you. There's no need to take such a risk for them." Fairy Lan Ling frowned tightly, even cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
"You said you want to kill me?" Ye Chen's lips curled into a cold smile, his gaze indifferent as it locked onto the robust man, and a terrifying gleam shot from his eyes.
These Treasure Medicines were clearly first discovered by him.
Yet these two disciples of the Fire Qilin Immortal Sect wanted to take them for themselves, and if he didn't listen to them, they even intended to kill him.
They really think Ye Chen is a soft persimmon that can be squeezed at will!
