Several people were walking on the wall, walking on flat ground.

From a distance, I saw Wang Han bent over in the yard, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The leopard shouted softly, "Quick! It's already controlled!"

The four of them tried their best to rush over.

Tressey raised his arms to the shape of a bottle, his belly was rhythmic like a wave, and his smile was filled with charm.

"Saint, either enjoy me becoming the sixth day holy demon, or resist me and be tortured by me, choose one!"

Wang Han was panting, his eyes red.

"I choose...blunt angle!"

Tressina didn't understand Wang Han's bad jokes at all.

A sinister smile appeared in her smile.

"Since the saint wants to die, I have to kill the saint!"

Tressey flipped his hands and held a dagger with many gems inlaid.

Just when you are about to throw out your dagger and kill.

The back of the neck suddenly became hot.

A choking smell of smoke came.

Terrysna was stiff all over, and clearly felt something behind her, and turned around quietly.

But behind him was a giant Tibetan mastiff more than two meters tall.

He holds a cigarette in his mouth.

He looked down at Tresina condescendingly.

The cigarette butt lit up.

Two thick smoke spurted out from his nostrils and fell on Tressina's face.

The corners of his mouth were curled up, showing a humanized smile, with three points of arrogance, three points of disdain, three points of ridicule, and a little careless.

The breeze stirs up messy hair.

The cold eyes of black gemstones below revealed.
Chapter completed!