C509 No Gratitude!

"It doesn't matter what the smell of my blood is."

"The important thing is, if the Gu Bead and the Divine Gu Insect can't make you a Tenth Grade Ancient Martial Cultivator, will you collapse because of this?"

Facing Miao Zhen's crazy licking of the corner of his mouth, Ye Tian calmly said.

His tone carried a hint of ridicule.

He had already guessed why Miao Zhen had paid such a huge price