Ji Qingbai suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said with hope: "Take it serious?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded seriously.

Mo Hua's eyes were very sincere.

Ji Qingbai suddenly felt energetic, and endless strength seemed to surge out of his body, and he clenched the knife in his hand again.

One-eyed Sin Xiu sneered:

"Impossible, that boy named Ji will definitely die!"

Mo Hua glanced at him, "How do you know?"

One-eyed Sin Xiu said coldly: "Zhao Hu chased him, how could he survive? It would be great if he was not dismembered."

"Is Zhao Hu that big man?"

The only remaining eye of the One-Eyed Sin Cultivator's eyes slightly condensed, "Have you seen him?"

Mo Hua nodded.

One-eyed Sin Xiu sneered: "Impossible! If you have seen him, you will definitely die!"

Mo Hua said: "Anyway, I'm not dead, so it's hard to say whether he dies."

One-eyed Sin Xiu snorted coldly, "Stupid little guy, don't be polite!"

Mo Hua smiled, took out the half-charred storage bag, held it in front of him and shook it, but said nothing.

One-eyed sinful cultivator's pupils shrank.

That storage bag belongs to Zhao Hu!

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Chapter completed!