Xiao Heiniao, who was inside Hei Xinjiu’s spiritual beast bag, jumped and cursed, “Shameless mongrel chicken! You’re the one who’s dead! Your whole family is dead! I just can’t beat you, or else I’ll kill you!”
Yun Chujiu:”...”
It sounded quite reasonable in the beginning, but in the end..
Hei Xinjiu glanced at the five-colored Phoenix. “Hey, Little B * Tch, are all five-colored phoenixes as shameless as you? And you call yourselves Divine Phoenixes? would divine phoenixes do such a shameless thing as possession?”
Little B * Tch?
The five-colored Phoenix was so angry that its anger almost dissipated. This B * Tch’s words were really too sarcastic!