At this moment, Qing'er smiled slightly, then raised her head and said softly:
"Mr. Fan, you're being too polite!"
"Hahaha! Qing'er, what are you talking about? Everyone knows that I, Fan Kun, am a warm-hearted person. Seeing that you have such a big operation must mean the task isn't easy, so it's our duty to help!"
Watching Fan Kun speak so reasonably, like a kind-hearted old man, Qing'er maintained her unchanged expression, a seductive smile at the corner of her mouth, and said:
"Mr. Fan, our task this time is mainly to pick some precious Spirit Grass. Slaying the Black Flame Lion Tiger Beast is just for one of its medicinal ingredients, but we need a large volume of Spirit Grass, so we've recruited many hands! The three gentlemen of the Black Mountain Mercenary Group won't take action; only Deputy Leader Mo will accompany us in case of accidents!"
