In addition, the boxing gloves on their hands were also spiritual treasures, and the thing that tied them up was also a spiritual treasure.
Would such a person value the inheritance and secret techniques of the North Sea Dragon race?
At least, he didn't believe it.
However, he still wanted to try. A drop of heart blood was too precious.
"Is there no other way?"
"At least not now!" Xiao ran said.
Seeing him raise his finger, patriarch darknorth panicked. Patriarch Xueli was the best example. He had been tortured so miserably. It seemed like he wouldn't have a good life in the future. Even being able to live was a luxury.
"Give me seven days to consider."
"Forefather, don't be so insistent," Ao Xiong added.