Fifty kilometers away from the deserted island, Dracula hovered in the air with a frown, "Wolf King, I didn't expect Yan Rufeng to drive you away too."
"What could I do, being under his control was unavoidable." Nierdorf spread his hands helplessly.
"What if that kid dies, then what?" Dracula said gloomily.
"What else can we do, you and I will end up sending a white-haired man to mourn a black-haired man." The Wolf King worried gloomily.
"Those two fools, pledging their souls to Yan Rufeng, why did they have to make a soul contract, those bastards." Dracula cursed angrily.
"Dracula, if you're swearing at your son, don't bring mine into it. My son isn't as stupid as yours." The Wolf King responded furiously.
"Nierdorf, now is not the time to argue about this. Think of a way to save that kid Yan Rufeng."
"There's no way. If you and I go back to the deserted island and anger Yan Rufeng, we really will end up mourning our sons."
