Hu Xinzhu immediately raised two fingers. "Two thousand times the return, esteemed Moon God. Because you just refused my god's goodwill, you must now promise a two-thousandfold return. Otherwise..."
Lin Qi turned his head away, unable to bear watching. Poor Moon God Lusjia had fallen into Hu Xinzhu's hands; her very marrow would probably be squeezed dry, wouldn't it? Worse still, behind her stood such a "devoted" chosen one as Sha Xinyue. She truly was the perfect candidate for a "saintess"!
Lin Qi had no doubt that, so long as enough profit could be wrung from Moon God Lusjia's corpse, Sha Xinyue would personally take up the knife and chop the poor Moon God into eight pieces. And while she did it, the Moon God would tearfully thank Sha Xinyue for the sacrifice she had made for her!
How tragic—utterly tragic. Looking at Moon God Lusjia, who had been thoroughly played for a fool, Lin Qi found it baffling. How had gods who were not exactly outstanding in intelligence defeated the Osmanthus Tree and the others back then?
Heaven Mountain coughed softly and let out a somewhat embarrassed sigh. "It's rather complicated. When they invaded back then, the situation here was quite different from what it is now. Human civilization had taken a wrong road—a road that nearly destroyed itself."
Nearly destroyed itself? Lin Qi very much wanted to know what kind of circumstances those had been, but considering Heaven Mountain and the others' habit of shrouding everything in mystery, he abandoned the thought. He glanced at Moon God Lusjia, whose face kept shifting between green and red, and suddenly laughed. "It seems we'll have to keep raising the price. Or perhaps, esteemed God of War, you should help the Moon God make up her mind."
Without another word, the