"Your ... Your friend is not with me ..."
Chu yingheng was really scared this time, his face was full of fear, he did not dare to show any arrogance.
It was obvious that the bloodline and physical body of the celestial race were very magical! If he dared to continue acting cool, the six-eared macaque would destroy his body in minutes. By then, he would have no time to cry.
"Are you playing with me?"
Chen Xiaobei's face turned cold and he said, " "You were the one who said that my friend was in your world in the sleeve! And now you're telling me that they're not in your hands! I think you're simply tired of living!"
"Swish ..."
The six-eared macaque tightened its grip on the ancestral Dragon Holy vein whip. It didn't say a word, but its threat was clear.
How dare you play with my bro bei! You, Chu yingheng, will have your head rolling on the ground!
"I ... I'm not playing with you!"
