Old Cat's pupils slightly contracted, reminding itself to stay calm, as that was the pet of the Old Abnormal People, stronger than the Little Mirage Dragon, which was only normal: "I see, you've indeed made a fortune. Those dragon meat, dragon scales, dragon sinews are all money..."
The Little Mirage Dragon, floating in the air and puffing out clouds, shivered abruptly for some reason.
"Wait a minute... how many are there? There can't be many corpses, right?" If it's just one corpse, I, Old Cat, can let it slide!
Old Lu said seriously, "There are 432 of the {Spirit}, that's why I said the value is 2-100 times of a Little Mirage Dragon."
"This is a private gift given to me by others, you Old Cat have no right to divide my property, you said so yourself."
Old Cat fell silent, those cat eyes staring blankly at Lu Yuan.
432... that number is terrifying!
In the instant it realized, it let out a heart-wrenching wail!
