"You're thinking far too much, you brat." The Snowfield Demon Deer had thought that since he'd agreed to work with this junior again, the other party would at least be somewhat pleased. He hadn't expected the brat to be so difficult to deal with, seeing through his intentions with a single remark.
Lu Xiaotian was exactly right. If not for the sudden appearance of the Eight Wonders Seals, the Snowfield Demon Deer would have loved to see Lu Xiaotian and the Qin Clan fight to the death—or even better, see Lu Xiaotian killed by them. The dragon bones in that brat's hands posed a greater threat to him than Xiang Huaxin, the Ice Soul Old Monster, and the other Spirit Transformation powerhouses.
But now there was also the Eighteen Golden Men. At this point, not only Lu Xiaotian but the Snowfield Demon Deer as well had no idea how to leave this place. In truth, before recovering from his injuries, he hadn't been in much of a hurry to leave anyway. Once outside, if those Spirit Transformation powerhouses found him, he would have little chance of escaping again in his current condition.
This place was suitable for recovering from his injuries. But if the Qin Clan gained control of the Eighteen Golden Men, staying here would mean certain death. From the Qin Clan members' expressions when Lu Xiaotian exposed the truth about the Eight Wonders Seals and the Eighteen Golden Men, it was clear the silver-haired brat hadn't been lying.
The dragon bones controlled by Lu Xiaotian already sat like a bone in his throat. If the Qin Clan rose to power as well, wouldn't that be the death of him?
"Even if I am thinking too much, helping me obtain a few golden men benefits us both. Of course,