Harvest
編集者: Larbre Studio
Six Arms Absolute Saint stopped Red Tiger Absolute Saint and smiled again. "Since you saved us, we must compensate you. Red Saint, take your two bottles out and hand it to this friend."
Six Arms Absolute Saint was clearly very generous. He was the first to take out his bottles and toss them at Zhang Ruochen.
Red Tiger Absolute Saint hesitated slightly. Then he also took out his two bottles and tossed them over.
Zhang Ruochen didn't even look at the four bottles on the ground. "Where are the others?" he asked.
Shock flashed past Six Arms Absolute Saint's eyes. Feigning ignorance, he asked in confusion, "What do you mean? Didn't we already give our bottles to you?"
"Hundreds of Saints from Hell Blade Field attacked the wormhole together," Zhang Ruochen said. "This battle is so dangerous. How could they carry their bottles with them? Didn't they keep it with you two?"