Small Face Slapping Wang Yi 'er!

"Be good." Lil Yi 'er reached out his little hand and stroked the flood dragon's head, his eyes filled with a doting light.

This was his rice. If his father didn't let him eat it now, he would just touch it. Where was the big rice? If only the biggest rice came over and let him touch it. If he couldn't eat it, he could touch it first.

In that case…

Qian Chengling, who was initially saying that Lil Yi 'er was afraid, was instantly slapped in the face. The scene just now was far away, and they did not hear it clearly, so it was hard to say.

However, no matter how he looked at it, the little divine son didn't seem to be scared at all. He was clearly touching the demonic flood dragon like it was a pet.

These beasts and demons who had been trained naturally did not dare to do anything to Lil Yi 'er. At least, they would not reveal their' fangs 'before the order was given.