"Third brother?"
"Is that you?"
The demonic Wolf was captured by Chu he and brought to the third floor of the demon suppression tower.
Now was not the time yet, so he did not directly throw it under the Thunderball, but only sealed it and threw it to the side of the still recuperating heavenly demon ha Yong.
Looking at the miserable and slightly familiar figure, who seemed to have lost a layer of skin, the demon Wolf asked with uncertainty.
"Fifth brother!"
Heavenly demon ha Yong opened his eyes and glanced at the demon Wolf. Two streams of turbid tears flowed down uncontrollably.
It was just like the excitement and grievance of seeing a loved one in the face of a great disaster.
He was unable to control his emotions.
Its mouth trembled twice before it finally spoke with difficulty.
"It really is you! Third brother! What's going on with you?"
Mo lang asked anxiously.
