The man's face was pale without a hint of color, but An Jing recognized him.
It was Xuanyi Guard!
He was the master martial artist who An Jing had released from the cave on White Horse Mountain.
At this moment, the corpse Qi on his body had fully contracted, and if An Jing hadn't recognized this Xuanyi Guard, he would never have guessed that this blood-drinking man was actually a master martial artist.
"It's been...a long time."
At this moment, Xuanyi Guard's mouth was smeared with blood as he looked at An Jing, who stood atop the Black Flood Dragon.
The scene was somewhat eerie.
"What are you doing?"
An Jing looked at the wild deer in Xuanyi Guard's hand and asked in astonishment.
Xuanyi Guard grinned and said, "I got hungry, so I came out to find something to eat."
"Swoosh, swoosh!"
An Jing leaped up, then landed in front of Xuanyi Guard, "Do you usually eat these wild tastes?"
