Celestial Cyan Porcelain is unsure whether Kui Chou is looking for an excuse to start a fight, or... it simply likes being insulted?
Judging from its past behavior, Celestial Cyan Porcelain is certain that Kui Chou enjoys getting whipped.
This bull... is surely sick with something big!
Celestial Cyan Porcelain is too lazy to bother with Ancient Bull, lowering its head to look at the forest below.
Waves surge, flowing everywhere within the forest.
At this moment, the Jia Rong Grass leaves have already spread across the Sea Turtle's Water Curtain Ball, gradually contracting.
"Rustle~"
In just three to five seconds, the grass leaves suddenly break apart.
A tall and burly Cold Race man, his head drooping, is bound by his limbs, stretched out in midair.
"Nai~" Bai Yujing let out a gentle deer cry, carrying Du Yu downwards.
"Slave, servant..." The Cold Race man mumbled, his mind muddled, his voice weak, even his speech was terrifyingly faint.
