"It's none of your business. What are you doing here?"
"There are many snowmen chasing you outside. What have you done?"
The old man said unhurriedly, looking relaxed.
For some reason, his voice seemed a little hoarse.
Looking at the old man nervously, the little white dragon pursed his lips and had to tell him what had happened to West.
He was very clear that in the face of a real strong warrior if he had any thoughts, he would only die faster.
It was better to be frank.
"I want to save him. We have a powerful warrior from outer space,"
"It took a lot of time and energy for a man named West to kill that powerful warrior. In the end, there is only one head left. We think there is still hope for him to survive."
"I heard that there is an ice parasite in the far north that can wake him up. Even if there is only a chance of survival, we also want to have a try."