Above the sky, an ancient gold iron rod pierced the sky.
Lin Yuechan, Qin Chuxue is sitting on the golden cudgel, accompanied by Song Yu.
"Eh... kitchen knife Feng... Just now, I am sorry. "
Big black dog dropped his tail, walked toward Qin Feng and leaned over and gently said.
"It's ok."
Qin Feng glanced at the big black dog. This answer made the big black dog very surprised.
Because of his previous outbreak, he almost made a big mistake, if it weren't for Qin Chuxue woke him up, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He was ready to accept Qin Feng's scolding. Even Qin Feng cut him with a kitchen knife, he did not intend to fight back.
However, Qin Feng's 'it's ok' is really keeping him stunned.
"The taste of hatred, I have tasted it, I will not blame you."
"Now, can you tell me your name?"
