Master-disciple God-dragon Valley

Dingchu, what level has your martial arts reached? "It looks like we'll have to play some time.

"I have time."

"Oh? What a coincidence!" Du Zhong greets His Highness the Crown Prince. "

Du Zhong's face was full of smiles.

The Crown Prince excused himself from the ceremony.

"Come and sit."

Du Zhong sat down with a smile and looked at Huaqian.

"Young Master Hua, I wonder if you brought any treasures this time?"

Huaqian's head was about to turn into a rattle drum.

"There's no need to hide it. This old man will not take it from you. I'm just here to take a look."

"I really don't have any this time."

Last time Bai Xiao asked him to sell the ginseng, it was the oldest, and had already grown into a human form. He was unwilling to sell it, so she brought it along with him to the army camp.

He never thought that Du Zhong, whose nose was sharper than a dog's, would shamelessly grind his Ginseng to death.