Bashful Matter (2)

As Little Wang Cai was talking, he really rolled his eyes and fell backwards.

Huang Yueli was speechless for a while, reached out and grabbed the collar behind his back, and lifted him up.

"All right, all right, how can it be so serious? Although the thunder attribute energy here is indeed a bit stronger, there has never been any evidence that a majestic ancient Phoenix would be allergic to thunder attribute energy, and would faint because of it!"

Little Wang Cai was picked up, his face was ruddy, and he looked extremely healthy, but his eyes were still tightly closed, and he muttered, "Who says Phoenix would not be allergic to thunder attributes? Well, I am! Ah! Female Devil, this is the territory of the Cloudy Qilin Clan! You don't want to live anymore, let's run away!"