"Otherwise, I can get it."
Fang Che thought for a moment, it seemed that he really didn't have anything he urgently needed.
So he tentatively said: "I want a piece of divine attribute metal weighing over a thousand pounds."
Zhao Shanhe's face completely fell: "You see the piece of bone on my body, if you dig it out now! I won't even frown!"
"..."
Fang Che complained: "Then why are you bragging!?"
"Am I bragging?"
Zhao Shanhe was furious: "That thing... Even Wei Wo Zheng Sect might not have it, you really overestimated us Guardians."
Fang Che rolled his eyes: "If you don't have it, then you don't have it, just owe it for now, but you need to report my request to the headquarters. As soon as it's available, give it to me first."
"That's no problem."
Zhao Shanhe let out a sigh of relief.
Just now, upon hearing the words "a thousand pounds of divine attribute metal", General Zhao almost choked.
"Any other demands?"
"Give my wife a promotion."
