Is it the confidence that your pretty boy gives you?
When Wang Xian finished his sentence, young master he, who was standing in front of Wang Xian with his head slightly raised, froze.
Very soon, his expression started to change.
From White to red, from red to black, his eyes were flashing with anger.
In his life, he hated it the most when others called him a pretty boy, even though he did look like a pretty boy.
“I hate it the most when you say this to me. You’re courting death, Bai Ling. Teach him a lesson!”
His aura trembled as he charged at Wang Xian with a powerful aura.
He waved his arm and pointed it at Wang Xian as he commanded the dodo bird.
“Hehe!”
Wang Xian could feel his aura and smiled when he saw him commanding the Dodo bird.
“CHIRP CHIRP!”
The Dodo bird looked at Wang Xian and let out a low growl.
“Shine on his face and make him whiter. Give him some confidence!”
Wang Xian was a little speechless as he ordered the dodo bird.
“CHIRP CHIRP!”
