941 A Joke

Inside the stone room, the shocking playback of the past disappeared. Han Qing Xue and the others were now bright-eyed with ill intent displaying on their faces.

One was because the treasures were valuable. Two was because Ling Xian was now soaked in blood and was having difficulty breathing.

If this was before, they wouldn't dare to think badly. But right now, he was heavily wounded. Naturally, they were thinking bad thoughts.

Xu Chuan, in particular, has hated Ling Xian for a long time. Now that he was looking extremely weak, killer's intent filled his heart.

Ling Xian wasn't surprised at this. Nor was he flustered.

He peered at Xu Chuan and the others, then Han Qing Xue and Fang Mu. He asked softly, "You have the same intent as well?"

Fang Mu laughed at this, "There are four treasures here. Getting rid of a person to share it with is good news."

"I see."

Ling Xian softly nodded and looked over to Han Qing Xue, "What about you?"