"Put down my dragon grass." A voice full of chill came. Zhong Ling stopped in front of Yedun and glared at him. His body emitted a strong anger.

Ye Dun took away her dragon grass at the last moment, and it was in her face. It was disgusting.

"Your dragon grass?"

Ye Dun's eyes showed a mockery, shaking his head indifferently and turning around. He was ready to continue to search for the whereabouts of Dracaena and strive for more Dracaena.

"Stop!"

Nazhong Ling drinks coldly again, his figure flickers, blocking the way of leaf dust again, and his voice is even colder. He says, "Hand over the Dragon grass...