Terrifying Summoning Ability, Undead Army! (2)

When the female dragon noticed Qin Wushuang walking out, her expression became even more unsightly. "The human race is indeed cunning. There's actually someone else in the dark!"

Lin Feng pursed his lips and did not refute.

Alright, it seemed that the foreign races here were already determined to think that the humans were treacherous. In that case, he could not be bothered to explain.

Qin Wushuang looked at the Nine Bend Spirit Tree and was somewhat puzzled. "Where is this Nine Bend Spirit Milk? How do I get it?"

Little Black smiled. "Just make an opening on the tree. As for how to take it? Can't I just put it in my stomach?"

As he spoke, Little Black actually bit the tree and began to suck.

He noticed that Little Black had really drunk some milky white liquid. Some of it even leaked out from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, there was a lot of Nine Bend Spirit Milk.