Nangong Bing's outspoken opening actually appealed to Yu Qingqian and Feng Chen's appetite.
Yu Qingqian dislikes dealing with people who go around.
"We also relied on a bit of luck to safely come to the Zhongtian Realm, and the dangers in it are terrifying now that I think about it."
Yu Qing's shallow tone seemed to still have a sense of palpitations, but Nangong Bing and Huang Puxi did not doubt it.
If they and their group reached the Mid-Heaven Realm without any setbacks, they would only feel that there was a problem.
"Luck is also a part of strength. Miss Yu, you have also done things that many people dare not do." Nangong Bing sat down and said.
Yu Qingqing hooked her lips: "Isn't there nothing we can do? When we were chased back to the place by the **** bat king, we happened to be staggered from you."
Nangong Bing showed an apologetic look, "We waited until the next morning, and saw that you hadn't come, so we had to continue on our way."
"We encountered a space storm. When we escaped and returned to the docking point of the flying boat outside the territory, it happened that you left, and we couldn't catch up at that time." Yu Qing told the truth.
"But those past events are gone, so let's not mention them." She added after changing her words.
Nangong Bing was about to ask them how they got rid of Bat King, but could only stop when she heard this.
"Miss Yu asked the ninth prince to contact me to fulfill the promise we made on the flying boat outside the territory?" Nangong Bing knew from the information collected that Yu Qingqian's temperament was relatively straightforward, so he also chose a straightforward one. way to say it.
Yu Qingqian poured a cup of tea for each of them, "Young Master Nangong is indeed a smart man. I do remember the spiritual essence that promised to be returned, and the bat poison sac that was promised earlier."
Nangong Bing gave a wry smile: "I'm really sorry, because the extraterritorial flying boat is the property of the Hou's residence, so all the profits from returning to Zhongtianjing were handed over."
"At that time, you were not on the flying boat and your life and death were unknown, so I couldn't detain them temporarily."
Yu Qingqian raised her eyebrows, and her tone was a little unkind: "Master Nangong means that we can't get back the spiritual marrow of our pen?"
If talking doesn't count, then cooperate with a ghost.
Nangong Bing's face became serious, "Miss Yu, I have always been more committed. I will do what I promised you at the beginning, but I hope Miss Yu can give me some time to gather that spiritual essence."
Although he is the son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, his resources are limited, and he can't get such a large amount of spiritual marrow in his hands.
Yu Qingqian and Feng Chen looked at each other and asked, "Aren't you going to prepare to fill this hole yourself?"
"I believe that the two of you should know that I am running for the prince of the Houfu. If you ask for the spiritual essence now, you will definitely be criticized by my eldest brother's party, so I hope that the two of you can give some time, I can guarantee To be able to collect that spiritual essence."
Nangong Bing paused and said, "As for the bat poison sac, I have already detained it, and I will bring it all today. Please take a look at Miss Yu."
Immediately, he handed a space ring to Yu Qingqian.
If you want to fight for the position of the last prince, it is inevitable to use foreign aid, such as the royal family and the public ruler, he has already won the power of support.
Before, he was less than 50% sure about competing for the throne, but if he can win these two and support himself, then he will be more than 50% sure.
Yu Qingqian took the ring and swept the poison sac inside with his mental power. The approximate number matched that of the dead Chikong bat. Nangong Bing was indeed a more realistic person.