Prophet of the Human Race (3)

The old man took the Dao Seeds and looked at it for dozens of seconds. "What do you know? Go away. It's none of your business here. If the demon plant race comes to ask for them…"

"How dare they come to my territory to ask for something? I'll kill them."

Before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cangtian. The old man was so angry that he couldn't help but blow his beard. "Do you think only you can fight? If anyone really comes to ask for these Dao Seeds, just tell them to wait until I finish my research on them."

"Are we really not going to fight? Then wouldn't our human race lose face?"

The old man said angrily, "Get lost. You snatched their peerless Dao Seeds. You already won!"

Cangtian muttered, "You asked me to take them."

"Get lost ~"

Cangtian patted Han Fei's shoulder and said, "Junior Brother, Sister-in-law, just talk to this old man! When we're done, let's have a drink."

"Okay, Senior Brother."

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