"Uh... so comfortable, don't stop!" In the mind suddenly burst the moan of the fire demon, with a hint of drowsy laziness.
Qin Tian's lips curled, and the energy suddenly halted.
"Why did you stop! How dare you stop!" The fire demon "bang" exploded from the ring, its little face flushed red, and sparks flared on its horns as its hooves anxiously pawed.
Qin Tian spread his hands, looking innocent: "There's nothing I can do, I'm currently only Tier Five, too weak, can't afford it."
This obvious reverse move had the fire demon venting black smoke from its head in fury.
It couldn't see Qin Tian's intention, yet it indeed craved that nourishing power, holding back for a while, snorted: "If you continue to infuse me with this power for three months, I can offer you a hand once."
"Three months for one shot?" Qin Tian suddenly sneered, from Yan Song's memory, he had long "witnessed" the greed of this gun spirit—
Even someone like Yan Song was driven crazy by its demands,
