"Do you recognize it?" Mo Hua asked Wujiu Great God.
"It is..." Wujiu Great God's expression was somewhat inexplicably surprised and complicated, "...It's the Holy Beast of the Great Wilderness."
Mo Hua slightly frowned.
This Wujiu Great God, why does he like to talk nonsense so much? Who doesn't know this Pixiu is the Holy Beast of the Great Wilderness?
Stumbling over his words, he must be hiding something.
Mo Hua turned his head again, pointed at Wujiu Great God, and asked Pixiu, "Do you recognize this bird feather?"
Bird feather...
Wujiu Great God dared not express his anger.
Pixiu shook its large head, obviously not knowing the background of this "birdman" in front of it, but its eyes were full of joy and excitement.
Pixiu is stingy, guarding its wealth.
These existences in the Divine Thought, heavenly demons or evil gods, once they enter its gate, they become its "treasures."
Recently, within a short time, it has obtained another treasure—how could it not be happy?
