Chapter 1084

"Okay!" Wu Mo nodded, whether it is Qin Ming or him, the enemy is the crab demon force.

To increase the strength of the opponent is to enhance the strength of one's own side.

In the end to deal with the crab demon forces, the two parties must join forces.

"Qin Ming, Lan Zhi is my daughter. If you want to marry Lan Zhi, this spirit pearl should be used as a dowry gift!"

Wu Mo joked.

"Thank you." Qin Ming said solemnly, "Thank you for recognizing Lan Zhi as your son and daughter!"

There are many women in the sect who are in a similar situation to Lan Zhi, but only Lan Zhi finally became Wu Mo's daughter.

Wu Mo did this for his sake, and he should thank him.

The suzerain's daughter has the right to inherit the position of suzerain, and Wu Mo's strength is unique to that of Emperor Wu.

Lan Zhi's current status in the Martial God Sect is even higher than that of the elders, and she has the privilege of enjoying various resources first.

Another one, Wu Mo has no children, so if there are any good things, don't give them all to Lan Zhi!

Wu Mo shook his head, "You're thinking wrong, disciples in the sect seldom marry outsiders. I was afraid that Lan Zhi would be bullied, so I took her in as my daughter!"

"Speaking of which, if you want to marry my daughter, my seniority will be higher than yours!"

"To tell you the truth, I recognize Lan Zhi just to take advantage of you!" Wu Mo's words were very teasing.

Ever since he became Emperor Wu, he had never suffered a blow yet, but with Qin Ming, he was beaten again and again, and he really wanted to see Qin Ming's embarrassment.

"Okay, father!" Qin Ming looked into Wu Mo's eyes and shouted directly.

Wu Mo raised Lan Zhi from a young age and taught her martial arts. Even if he didn't recognize Lan Zhi as a daughter, he still has the reality of a father, and now he even recognizes Lan Zhi as his daughter.

No matter where you look at it, Wu Mo is the real father of Lan Zhi.

Qin Ming didn't feel that Wu Mo was taking advantage at all.

This father, Qin Ming shouted willingly!

Hearing Qin Ming's address, Wu Mo became embarrassed instead.

In the end, he nodded as a response, and quickly picked up the teacup and drank the tea.

"Qin Ming, you should call me by my first name! We have our own opinions!"

Wu Mo didn't want Qin Ming to be inferior to him.

In his whole life, he had no friends at all, and Qin Ming was enough to be his friend no matter in terms of status, ability, or character.

Originally, she recognized Lan Zhi as her daughter, one was to repay Lan Zhi for what she had done for him during this time, and she also knew Lan Zhi's filial piety to him.

He had no children under his knees, so he had the idea of ​​taking Lan Zhi as his daughter.

The second is to give Lan Zhi an identity. After all, Qin Ming is the god of alchemy, and Lan Zhi is just a disciple of the sect. The two are married, and the difference in status is too great.

The third is to make friends with Qin Ming.

"Okay!" Qin Ming said with a smile, "to marry Lan Zhi, how can that little dowry be enough!"

After speaking, he took out a jade bottle and handed it to Wu Mo.

Curiously, he took the jade bottle, opened it and poured out a pill.

"This is?" Looking at the extremely small pill in his palm, Wu Mo said, "Is this a pill that can increase the speed of a warrior's cultivation?"

"Right?" Qin Ming nodded, "For the dowry gift of marrying Lan Zhi, I will add 10,000 pills of this medicine!"

"Ten thousand?" Wu Mo was surprised, "This is not a small number!"

This elixir is a ninth-grade elixir, and it is a perfect ninth-grade elixir.

All the nine perfect pills in the Martial God Sect don't add up to much.

Most of these perfect elixirs were refined by hard work, not to mention the quantity, and the types are still very single.

Moreover, can this elixir given by Qin Ming compare with the ordinary ninth-grade perfect elixir?

This is a elixir that increases the cultivation speed of warriors, and it has increased by ten times, and the effect lasts for three years.

A elixir is equivalent to saving a warrior twenty-seven years of time.