Just as Zou Jiao was about to leave with his men, Qi Xiu suddenly took a few steps forward and said to Zou jiao, “Brother Zou.”
“Brother Zou, that Yun Qianyi seems to be leading the way. Could they be looking for the main force of the god-demon Race?”?
“Logically speaking, the YIMO should have invited us to join forces to deal with the god-demon race. However, this Shi Heng is in a hurry to get rid of us. There must be something fishy about this.”
Qi Xun heard it clearly from the side and snorted coldly, “Royal Brother, you’re thinking too much. What could be fishy? !”
Qi Xiu said indifferently, “The treasures we obtained in the cave have all disappeared without a trace. Now, the Yimo can’t wait to find the god-demon race. What do you think is Fishy?”
Qi Xun was about to retort when Zou Zou’s eyes lit up. “That makes sense. Let’s go and take a look too.”