Zhou Zhangsi said coldly: "Feng Xi's incident, in the final analysis, has to be counted on the Qian family's ancestor. If he hadn't used human elixirs and used this pig demon as a elixir furnace, such a great disaster would not have been caused."

"Now I'll give their Qian family a chance to make meritorious service. I hope they don't know how to be ruthless..."

Mo Hua nodded and said:

"Then I'll go find Mr. An again to see if he's willing to donate some."

The An family is the second largest family in Tongxian City and has many spirit stones.

Zhou Zhangsi was a little hesitant, "The An family is the only business, and if they ask them to donate their property, Mr. An may not agree."

"How can I know if I don't try it? What if Mr. An is broad-minded and kind-hearted?" Mo Hua said.

Zhou Zhangsi pulled the corner of his mouth, obviously not believing it, but he still said:

"You can try it."

Mo Hua ran to find Mr. An again, but he didn't keep it a secret and said straight to the point:

"Old man, we want to build a large array. Do you want to donate some spirit stones?"

Mr. An looked silent and said:

“What if I don’t want to donate?”

Mo Hua said casually: "I'll ask, forget it if you don't donate. We are so familiar with each other and will not make things difficult for you."

Mr. An looked at Mo Hua's expression and saw that he was not displeased. Then he sighed slightly and realized that he was overthinking.

He also thought that ink painting was used to start with courtesy and then to fight.

When building a large formation, we need spirit stones, and when they set up their home, the relationship is very subtle.

Once something happens, their settlement will be a natural spiritual warehouse.

Mr. An has lived for so long and knows that friendship between people is shallow and fragile, while interests are cruel but tenacious.

An Jia had some friendship with Mo Hua, but no matter how strong the friendship was, it was not as strong as the spirit stone. What's more, their friendship with Mo Hua was not very deep.

Mr. An's expression gradually became solemn.

He knew that Mo Hua had the final say in building a large formation.

Although he couldn't understand how Mo Hua convinced Elder Yu, Zhou Zhangsi of the Daoting Department and Commander Yang of the Dao Bing Department.

This is a big formation, it is not that easy.

But ink painting is done.

Mo Hua has a special identity and a wide network of contacts. Although he looks young, many things in Tongxian City are actually dominated by him.

Especially now, almost all the largest forces in Tongxian City are standing behind him.

If he wants to make things difficult for An’s family, then An’s family will be difficult.

If he insists on An’s family donating spirit stones, then An’s family must donate. If he doesn’t donate, there will definitely be no good ending.

If Mo Hua did not make things difficult for them to An’s family, neither the Dao Tingsi, the Dao Bingsi, nor even the demon hunter would put pressure on the An’s family.

Now it seems that Mo Hua doesn't want to make things difficult for them to settle down...

Mr. An breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt confused again:

"You really don't want me to donate?"

Mo Hua corrected: "I definitely want you to donate, but whether you want to do so depends on yourself."

Mr. An nodded, and after a moment, he suddenly tentatively said:

“What if I want to donate?”

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he thought about the speech he had prepared long ago, and began to "draw a big cake" for Mr. An.

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Chapter completed!