The corner of Meng Jiangchu's mouth twitched. He hadn't expected a tiny spirit to dare speak to him like that.
Luo Peng frowned, stroked his chin, and muttered, "Why does this withered old man feel a bit like the Mistress? And that fire by him. could it be the Five Yang Ghost Flame?"
Gu Yong smiled faintly and laughed.
Chapter Comments (0)
Login to comment.