“That is only natural.” Wu Lingyu said. “But we’ll have to compensate it when it’s time.”“What compensation did you promise?”


  “Something you have. That’s why I could promise it.” Wu Lingyu replied.

  “What would that be?”


  “Golden Snake Fruit.”


  “Golden Snake Fruit?” Sima You Yue got up from Wu Lingyu’s arms. “We just want a little bit of blood from it, and it wants our Golden Snake Fruit?”


  When he saw that she was very riled up, he continued with a smile..