Chen Xu sat amidst the rosy glow and first clarified to the two little monkey demons that he had no healing potions.
The two monkey demons instantly looked like eggplants hit by frost, both drooping their heads.
Monkey Twelve squeaked urgently, desperately wanting to do a dozen somersaults on the spot to persuade Chen Xu to change his mind, when suddenly he heard Chen Xu say:
"Let's not talk about healing potions, do you want this prisoner?"
Monkey Twelve tilted his head, scratched his ears, momentarily not understanding what Chen Xu meant. Monkey Nine's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked toward Black Wind Roar, lying motionless on the ground.
This demon general of the black monkey tribe was now covered in blood, lying there in a pitiful state, as if dead or alive.
But since Chen Xu mentioned the word "prisoner," it seemed Black Wind Roar wasn't dead yet.
An alive, half-dead Black Wind Roar!
Bringing it back would be incredibly valuable!
