Chapter 503
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"Greetings … greetings, Young Master Shentu."
Noticing that the other party's gaze had never left him and his companions, Zhen Xiaoxiao blinked her eyes. She cupped her hands towards Shentu Weiran in a very polite manner.
Huh?
Misjudgment?
This woman is the leader?
The aura emitted by the poison cultivator girl was obviously inferior to that of the man with a flute on his waist, but she took the initiative to speak in this situation. Moreover, the two men beside her looked at her with inquiring eyes.
Shentu Weiran lowered his eyes and muttered.
"Although the means are good, they are still means. They won't last."
This is …
Mocking me?
Zhen Xiaoxiao blinked her eyes, not knowing if this was a sign of Shentu Weiran's anger.
Just as she hesitated, the man standing quietly in the sandstorm suddenly raised his sleeve.
"Be careful!"
Seeing the other party suddenly attack, Cen Yuanqing was shocked and pulled Zhen Xiaoxiao back.
However, Zhen Xiaoxiao stood on the back of the Black Sand Poison Centipede and did not retreat.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, a large saber was inserted into the sand, the blade only an arm's length away from Zhen Xiaoxiao.
"The Wild Scorpion Beast King is mine, you are not allowed to touch it."
Raising his head, Shentu Weiran's dark eyes burst out with a frightening cold light.
"I wish Young Master Shentu success."
Zhen Xiao Xiao cupped his hands towards Shentu Weiran, and then he didn't hesitate in the slightest to pick up the mid-grade Magic Treasure that Shentu Weiran had tossed before him, and then he urged the Blacksand Venomous Centipede to continue on his way without looking back.
What … is going on?
Cen Yuanqing stared blankly at Shentu Weiran, who was getting farther and farther away, and then looked at Zhen Xiaoxiao's long hair swaying in the wind, feeling like a fool.
"In the second round, if we encounter this person again, we must avoid him in time." Only the grave-faced Blackberry Morning Light seemed to be able to keep up with Zhen Xiaoxiao's rhythm.
"Yes."
Zhen Xiaoxiao hung the treasured saber he had just obtained on his waist and nodded lightly.
Shentu Weiran didn't mind that he had used poison to temporarily surpass his schedule because he had absolute confidence in his heart.
He was confident that no matter what the situation was, he would be able to obtain the final victory.
This was consistent with what he said on the Fleeting Bridge.
As for throwing a magic treasure at her.
Firstly, he had a lot of magic treasures in his possession, so he didn't mind having one more or one less.
Secondly, he was determined to get the Nine-Eyed Wild Scorpion, and he could not allow others to harm it with poison.
Diplomacy before force.
If he didn't accept the benefits he was offering, he would be courting death. If he still dared to touch the Scorpion King after receiving the benefits, he would definitely die.
Compared to Yang Yan's frivolous behavior that would fly into a violent rage at the slightest disagreement, Shentu Weiran's seemingly magnanimous coercion truly caused others to feel absolute pressure that couldn't be slandered or resisted.
Of course.
It was a sign of obedience, but it was definitely not a sign of submission to his might.
However, he wasn't interested in forming a contract with the Scorpion King. It was a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
"Sigh …"
Zhen Xiaoxiao raised his head and sighed.
"When will I be able to meet a beautiful, gentle, strong, and furry companion suitable for a girl?"
Thinking back to the beast in her beast spirit stone.
All of them were ferocious poisonous creatures and crocodiles baring their teeth. She couldn't help but feel desolate in her heart.
Probably … this was her fate, right?
Even in the Pill Beast Competition, she picked up a Black Sand Poisonous Centipede that looked even more terrifying than Little Eight Eyes.
"Come, Little Black Sand, eat some meat."
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