C923 White Terror of the Celestial Realm

"What do I want?"

The golden flame twisted, satisfied with the other party's submission. "Tell me what happened to the seed first. "The more detailed the better."

"You don't know?"

Golden Flame: "I would like to ask you? "Speak!"

The black gas wiggled and murmured, "Seeds are seeds. Sow, water, fertilize, take root and sprout. They grow until they are expelled from the evil flowers