Night fell, and the members of the Flaming Red Squad were making final adjustments.
As for Shen Yanxiao, she was crouched in her room and calmly absorbed the dark nuclei.
The Dragon God sat on one side with his legs crossed, eating the snacks he extorted from Taotie. From time to time, he wanted to say something, but he was forced to swallow his words by a certain great god with a warning look.
Did he have to be so fierce? Didn't he just want to chat casually? It would not disturb Shen Yanxiao's training. Did someone have to be so strict?
The Dragon God, who wanted to protest very much, could only listen there quietly because he could not beat a certain domineering great master.
"There's a strange smell." The Dragon God suddenly frowned.
Xiu glanced at him.
The Dragon God immediately shrunk his neck.
