Future husband

Xuan yinkong, this old bastard, was quite good at resisting attacks. He had lost face and vomited blood, but he still stood up and continued to fight. He still had some clansmen who supported him! He should be the one to protect the Holy beast clan!

"Don't be anxious, Ling Chuxi. Although they have become young masters, they have yet to receive the inheritance. They have to accept the inheritance in order to become the true Holy master. " Xuan yinkong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with determination.

"Good, then we'll wait for them to become Holy Masters, and then you'll be convinced." Ling Chuxi was not the least bit worried about this inheritance. After all, the four of them were not ordinary people. She believed in them, and they believed in her as they always did.