Whoosh ... Whoosh ...
The demonic Crow King was running for its life in front, but no matter how fast or far it flew, it couldn't break the connection of the Magpie bridge.
Chen Xiaobei controlled the somersault cloud and followed behind them at a steady pace, as if he was walking a dog on a leash.
&Quot; this ... This works too ... &Quot; the witch of winter was stunned.
Half a minute ago, the winter demoness was still questioning Chen Xiaobei, worried that he would not be able to defeat the demonic Crow King.
But now, the demonic Crow King was in Chen Xiaobei's hands. Even if it used all its strength, it could not escape from Chen Xiaobei's grasp.
The huge contrast between reality and imagination caused a million times critical damage to the heart of the witch of winter.
Her pretty face was red and hot.
The witch of the winter tribe felt that she was like a childish little girl who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!
