This Is Not My Fatty Dragon
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Qin Mu had a pleasant face while he tried to help him up. In reality, he couldn't help him up and was only trying to make a peaceful gesture. Crimson Light Son of God hurriedly said, "Don't touch me! My bones are broken!"
Qin Mu conveniently let go of him and said righteously, "It's just a misunderstanding between us. I misunderstood that Son of God wanted to kill me, and Your Highness misunderstood that I had ill intentions to the floating world, and so, there was this conflict. Heaven took pity on us, and now the misunderstandings are resolved. It's a good thing that there are no casualties."
The corner of Crimson Light Son of God's eyes twitched. 'No casualties? Are you blind? Could you not see me kneeling in front of you? Could you not see all these warriors of Crimson Light that had died?'
Even the sacred mountain was missing its peak, and the sacred hall had been completely torn down.