Crush

"These interracial... people of Mingyue are too scary." Bei Huangmi almost let the cat out of the bag, but he managed to alter his words in time.

Just outside the forest, two Saint-tier familiars could be seen fighting in a particular remote town.

This is indeed like a joke, and it's such a big one.

"The guys from Murong are just hard to deal with." Robust's face was serious. He crawled on the roof of the four-wheeled bronze carriage, protecting it under his soft belly.

The shadow of the sun was cut into a fragmented net by countless vines.

"You people are freaking disgusting!!!" Robust roared. The violent shock wave turned into real substance, sweeping in all directions, with him as the center point.

The vines trembled in the shock wave, and a rich black glow condensed in his mouth.