"…" Shen Yanxiao had a feeling that something bad would happen.
"So, for the survival of our hundreds of thousands of dragon companions, I have decided that I will protect your safety during this period before the end of the war with the Devil Rrace." The Dragon God puffed out his chest. As the patron saint of the Dragon race, he must protect his resurrected companions, and Shen Yanxiao's life and death would directly concern the life and death of those dragons.
"…" Shen Yanxiao's lips twitched.
"No need." Xiu suddenly opened his mouth.
The Dragon God directly glared at him.
