The ninth weapon tribulation (20)

A few more black lines appeared on Leng ruoxue's forehead. Was it really okay for such a weak little grass to be crushed like this?

Sensing Leng ruoxue's feelings, Huan Chen laughed,"master, don't worry. This fellow's life force is very strong."

"No! I'm not stubborn at all. " A rebuttal came from beneath Huan Chen's feet. Then, a song was transmitted to Leng ruoxue's group of three and the Beasties "ears,"No fragrance, no height, I'm just a blade of grass that no one knows ..."

“……”

The three of them and the beasts were silent. This grass ...

"Xue 'er, I can see that this grass is obviously not mentally normal! It's clearly a stone, but it's turned into grass, and it's so happy. Is it really good to make an Artifact Spirit with such a material?" Uncle long said what everyone was thinking, while Huan Chen only felt that he had lost face.

As a former comrade, he felt that this broken stone was really not giving him any face.