As for the Miluo lantern used as a lucky charm, it is nothing more than changing from one hand to the other. Naturally, Qingli Jun himself is in charge of it.

If there wasn't a murderous god sitting next to him, he wouldn't have nodded so easily no matter what he said.

"This..." He hesitated for a long time, avoiding Wang Qiuyi's eyes, and nodded with great difficulty:

"If he doesn't win, the Miluo Deng will naturally have no share in him. However, it will be difficult for your son to defeat Chen Jizi."

"It seems that Lord Long made a bet with the poor monk, and the poor monk bet that Atractylodes can win."

Guanghui said to herself:

"Now that the bet is over, it's natural to add something. If Baizhu wins, Lord Long will take the "Golden Cicada Nine Death Technique" in his hand as a gift."

"Why the hell didn't you go grab it?!" The man in the bamboo crown and green robe was furious, regardless of his dignity.

"Monks don't rob."

Guang Hui shook his head: "It's just that this "Golden Cicada Nine Death Technique" has a deep connection with Bai Shu, and the poor monk just followed the trend and made some achievements."

"I...I..."

Lord Qingli's sleeves and robes surged, involving countless killing formations. Even Shui Mansion was suppressed by the breath and trembled slightly.

But when he was raging with murderous intent, Wang Qiuyi, who had always been lazy, suddenly glanced at him lightly.

There seemed to be a muffled thunder exploding in his heart. Qingli Jun's hands and feet went cold, and he froze even when he yelled and cursed.

Damn it!
Chapter completed!