The wind is tight, pull!

"brush!"

The colorful wolf king made the right choice in the fastest time, turned around and fled deep into the forest.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Ding Xingwang and Gongsun Haohai, one sitting on a stone and the other leaning on the mountain wall, holding hands and smiling.

When did these two humans appear, and why didn’t they notice it at all?

"brush!"

Without enough time to think about it, he stretched out his limbs and ran away to the side.

But as soon as he turned around, Old Ding's palm hit him directly, and then he saw the poor guy tilting his head and falling from the mountain peak, falling at the feet of everyone with a loud bang.

Not much money: “…”

Qian family master: "..."

A spiritual beast comparable to the Martial Emperor could not help but fight in front of the vicissitudes of the old man?

Jun Changxiao jumped up and landed on the half-dead Colorful Wolf King. He intertwined his hands and said loudly: "King Baiqiu, are you satisfied with my meeting gift?"

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Chapter completed!