"Little Long... I'm so scared... I'm so scared..." Song Yuru shrank into Huang Xiaolong's embrace, burying her face in his chest in fear.
"My queen, it's fine if you don't want to look. It is... going to get a bit bloody," suggested Huang Xiaolong.
"You're still speaking! You're still speaking! I don't want to see anything bad happen to Poor Little..." Song Yuru complained.
At this moment, Cao Huan stood up straight!
"Black Tornado, tear it apart! Crush this despicable thing into pieces! This mongrel is just as repulsive as a country bumpkin, it disgusts me! Tear it apart!" Cao Huan's hoarse shouts resembled indirect cursing. His eyes were growing bloodthirsty and frenzied!
In the ring!
"Woo~~Woo~~~" The Black Tornado had its head lowered, bearing its teeth and glaring at Poor Little, emitting provoking growls. The hair on its body was standing upright, ready to leap forward aggressively.
As for Poor Little, it just stood casually, gazing with pure contempt.
