The red-clothed warrior was already livid with anger, but he did not dare to speak easily again. Punishing the Holy Son for his abnormal performance today also made him feel that there must be a reason for this, for fear that if he spoke again, he would anger His Highness the Holy Son.
The expression on Gong Ao's face could not be seen clearly in the shadow of the hood, "What compensation do you want!"
"Lord Holy Son is reasonable. I will be exempted from my personal work loss, medical treatment, and hard work. The Divine Religion only needs to compensate me for the loss of the Colosseum!" Li Li coughed lightly, "This monster species is rare. If I bring
If we return to the Colosseum to fight the beasts, we must be able to cause quite a sensation in Chang'an City. A conservative attack will bring me at least 50 million taels of income. I will give you a 120% discount, the Holy Son, and you will pay me 4,400 taels.
One million taels of silver, it’s yours!”
This daring guy actually dares to rip off the cult of God?!
The originally calm blood-colored robe on Gong Ao began to tremble uncontrollably.
Of course, not scared, but angry!
In the wide sleeves of his robe, his palms were already tightly clenched into fists.
If she hadn't recognized that she was Mo Li, and the bird-man in her hand was of great importance, and she didn't want to stand hastily with him, the current Gong Ao would have used the Wind Cutting Technique without hesitation to kill the smiling Mo Li in front of him.
Grind into minced meat.
"You rebel against God, I will kill you now!"
The warrior in red could no longer hold back his anger and drew his sword again and rushed towards Mo Li.
As a punishment warrior of the Punishment Temple, had he ever seen someone so arrogant in front of the Holy Son?!
Gong Ao waved his robe sleeves lightly, and a substantial dark red wind wall suddenly appeared in mid-air. The red-clothed warrior was unable to dodge and crashed straight into it.
With a groan, the whole person flew out and hit the stream heavily, turning into a red drowned rat.
The wind wall is just a defensive mystical technique and will not cause much harm to him. However, the frozen water has just melted and being soaked by such water will definitely not feel good.
After venting some of his anger on the warrior in red, Gong Ao's mood returned to normal again.
"I don't have that much cash with me, why don't you come back to the Holy City with us!"
Return to the Holy City together?
She'd be crazy to go!
"This..." Li Qiye said in a helpless tone, "I'm very busy and have no time!"
Gong Ao secretly gritted his teeth, "Or, I can write you an IOU!"
"A few days ago, Sha Mao from the Golden Palace Colosseum wrote an IOU to me, but he died the next day. Fortunately, he still had something to pay for!" Mo Li said in an embarrassed tone, "If anything,
Something happened to His Highness the Holy Son, could it be possible that I took the Holy City as compensation?!"
His eyes glanced at Gong Ao's twitching lips, and Mo Li changed his tone.
"How about this, I'll take this monster back first. If the Holy Son really wants it, bring the money to the Golden Palace Colosseum. Then we'll pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, how about it?!"
The other party's repeated concessions made her more and more aware of the importance of this birdman to the divine religion.
Since the Divine Cult is colluding with Ming Lie and has even sent people to take her life, they are naturally her enemies.
The so-called four thousand four hundred taels was just an excuse. She expected that he would not be able to carry so many banknotes with him, so she opened her mouth. It was just a way of refusing.
If what the enemy wants is in her hands, how can she give it to her?