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His face paled at the thought of this possibility. Were they really planning to do that?
“Ming Fucheng, I’ll give you two choices. One, give us sothing. Two, get trampled into mud by my Trike. Choose one.”
An Jiuyue did not waste her breath on him. The demonic beasts had been stirring up trouble for long enough. It was ti for them to exploit Ming
Fucheng and leave.
“You…”
How detestable!
However, he could not do anything to them.
Should he let the triceratops trample him? Qian Jiyun could do that without bearing any responsibility. Demonic beasts were everywhere, and he wasn’t the only one trampled.
“Alright, I’ll give them to you.”
He had no choice but to be sensible. He removed everything he had on him, including the items he had stored in the tent, and handed them to Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue.
He would regard it as spending money to avoid disaster.
“Tsk tsk.”
An Jiuyue looked at the items and stored them in her space.
She was amused by the silly Ming Fucheng. He really believed he could capture them and obtain the alleged artifacts that would allow them to travel between the various planes.
He even brought all his valuables with him. How confident was he?!
“Ming Fucheng, you’re hopeless! You’re going nuts thinking about going to other planes! Are you really the Yueming Emperor’s son? Why are you so stupid?”
Ming Fucheng gritted his teeth. He really wanted to grind their bones and scatter their ashes, but he could not do it.
Everyone wanted to go to other planes. Everyone who had stayed at Huayan Peak dread of it. Going to a higher plane ant that their cultivation levels would rise!
If they really did not want to go, why did these two people co to their plane?
But then again, if they had already gotten to their plane, why were they leaving? Did thev want to go to a higher Dlane?
He was furious at the thought of Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue going to a higher plane while he remained tortured by the Yueming Emperor here. He wished he could punch a hole through the sky.
“Just… wait!”
Did they think they would be fine after returning to Huayan Peak?
Regardless of whether it was on this plane or Huayan Peak, the Yueming Emperor would not return empty-handed if he wanted a certain artifact.
So what if they escaped to Huayan peak? The Yueming Emperor would still send people there.
Two days later, Qian Jiyun erged from the vortex at the exit of Huayan Peak, carrying An Jiuyue. They ran into Zhan Beiye, who was anxiously waiting nearby.
Zhan Beiye heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that they had finally erged. However, he still asked, “Why did you take two days?”
With their cultivation levels, they wouldn’t have needed two days. A few hours should have sufficed. Did sothing happen while they went to look for Ming Fucheng?
He found it unlikely. What other tricks could Ming Fucheng possibly have up his sleeve?
“I also picked so dicinal herbs.”
Qian Jiyun put An Jiuyue down, and the two of them rinsed the green liquid off their bodies with water.
“Pick… dicinal herbs?”
The corners of Zhan Beiye’s mouth twitched. These two were too much! It seed like they were needed everywhere!
“Alright, it’s good that you’re back. I have to hurry back.”
He could not stay here any longer. He should have returned to the camp long ago, but he could not relax until he saw Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue..
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