Tragic Qing Zhu III

Ah Wang glanced coldly at the young master whose arm was dripping with blood. "This is a lesson for you. Next time, if you dare to bully any spirit beasts again, I'll just bite your neck off. Get lost!"

From the moment those spirit beasts appeared, the coachman had already found a place to hide.

It was only after Ah Wang had dropped the words that he and the young master quickly rolled their asses toward the city gate and even the young master had no time to deal with the wound on his arm.

This wolfhound was a Tier-7 spirit beast!

Even his father could not beat a Tier-7 spirit beast.

If he did not run away first, he would definitely die.

"Sob."