The thoughts in Mi Fang's mind seemed to be chaotic and blank.

He didn't know why, but by some strange coincidence, he saw himself walking towards the dining table step by step, then slowly reaching out his hand and touching the flesh and blood on the plate.

There were no cutlery, so Mi Fang directly picked up the monster meat and put it into her mouth.

This was not Warcraft meat suitable for him, and the bloody smell made him nauseous.

But he still devoured and devoured.

In the process, his confusion and despair gradually faded away, and he began to become gloomy and fierce.

His cheeks bulged high, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, down his chin, and into his collar, dyeing the exquisite clothing full of elf aristocratic style red.

The dragon boy laughed loudly, stood up and left.

As he passed by Mi Fang, he said lightly: "Leave that bottle of magic potion behind. I will let you know what to do next."

Mi Fang understands.

Just eating meat is just showing your attitude. Leaving the potion behind is showing your sincerity of surrender.

Mi Fang didn't know what was wrong with him. His movements were very smooth. He must have taken out the potion without any hesitation and put it on the table with a bang.

The dragon boy has already reached the door.

Mi Fang hurriedly said: "Are you leaving now? Are you a devil?! I left the potion, what did you give me?"

Throughout the entire negotiation, the dragon boy didn't make any positive commitments.

"What can I give you? Hahaha." The dragon boy opened the door, "I accept your duel challenge, and promise that in this duel I will only beat you, not kill you."
Chapter completed!