บท 272: Gold-Splitting Armadillo

Looking at the familiar figure on the basin, the Ghost Shadow Butterfly couldn't help but tremble.

'Damn it, why is he here? Could it be that he knows that I've cultivated another Blood Spirit Bamboo and is here to take advantage of me?'

For a moment, the Ghost-eyed Butterfly almost cried.

It's easy for me, I just like this feeling of being surrounded by spiritual energy. Why are there always bad people destroying it?

"Fufufu."

"The Ghost Eye Demonic Butterfly Emperor is asking you why you came to his territory this time."Linger fox translated to

Hearing this, Yang Chen smiled." It's been a long time since we last met. I miss the Demonic Butterfly King. I'm here today to continue our friendship.""

The Ghost-eyed Butterfly was speechless.

What did he mean?

The Ghost-eyed Demonic Butterfly was still a little younger than the flood dragon demon emperor, so it naturally didn't understand what Yang Chen meant.